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all about it."
    "Well, that's super. Remind me to strangle her when I see her again."
    "Touch her," Nick said pleasantly, "and I'll empty my nine into your nose."
    "Children," Sinclair warned. "It seems the late Mrs. Taylor has a gift in death, as in life, of

    Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) getting on my wife's nerves and distracting us from our point."
    "Just like your wife!"
    "Shut up," I insisted. "Tell us what you want, or get lost. Or both."
    "Fine," the Ant huffed, and vanished.
    Well! That was unexpected, and welcome.
    "Guess what else all these guys have in common," Nick said, rattling my empty Coke
    glass. Tina appeared from nowhere, refilled it, and glided away. He absently handed the
    glass to me, and I didn't know whether to be flattered he'd noticed I needed a refill, or
    annoyed he was treating the brilliant Tina like she was a waitress. "Go on. Guess. You'll
    never guess."
    "Since we'll never guess," Sinclair said, "why don't you just tell us?"
    "Just one teensy guess?"
    "Niiiiiick," I whined.
    "Um. Ah. Hmm. They were all killed by a rogue cop or cops?" Sinclair inquired
    innocently.
    We both stared at him.
    "Goddammit," Nick cursed. He ignored, or didn't notice, Sinclair's flinch. "You gotta tell me how you knew that. I know for a fact there's no suckheads on the force."
    "No, but there are sources available to the suckheads. As you well know, Detective Berry,
    nothing leaks more quickly or messily than a police station."
    "So cops are tracking down bad guys and executing them?" I stared at the pictures.
    Gunshot wounds, all of them.
    "The ones we can't put away legally, yeah. This guy." Dave tapped the photo of a pale,
    brown-eyed man who looked extremely pissed off, either because or in spite of the bullet
    wound over his left eye. "This guy was a burglar, and worse. He'd rape whoever was
    asleep in the house – we think he was getting the security codes from someone inside the
    security company, but he, uh, died before we could prove anything."
    "Charming," Sinclair said coldly.
    "Anyway, after the rape, he'd take everything out he could carry. We know he did it seven
    or eight times, but couldn't ever prove it. No ID. No prints. No semen. Nothing. Then –
    bam. He shows up deader than hell."
    "And your problem with this is... ?" Sinclair's dark brows arched.
    "Because the cops are good guys," I said before Nick could reply. "I mean, it sucks if they can't catch a rapist, jeez, you won't hear me argue that, but we have laws. We have rules.
    The good guys can't all of a sudden throw the Constitution out the window and strap
    down and shoot people."
    I looked at Sinclair and Nick, who had identically blank looks on their faces. "Well. They
    can't. "
    "As it is, I agree with the psycho vampire queen. Which brings me here."
    "Why does the house of Sinclair have to clean up your mess?" my husband asked quietly.
    "It's like your wife said. We make various promises and pledges when we get our badges –
    I won't bore a sociopath like you with them – but what it boils down to is, we follow the
    law. And boys and girls, Sherri's boy Nicky loves the law."
    "Don't you have a special team or task force or whatever working on this?"
    "Yeah. I'm it."

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    "You? Just one guy? I mean, I know you're good at your job, Nick, but – "
    "Well, let's say I have some influence with the captain." Nick mimed driving a tractor.
    "No doubt. And, could it be, the police do not necessarily wish for these people to be
    caught?"
    "It could be," he admitted. "But they're gonna get caught. 'Cause I've got a secret weapon." He pointed at me.
    "What makes you think – oh, shit, never mind, you know I'll do it."
    "That's true." Nick smirked. "I did know it."

Chapter 15
    "You should let him solve his own problem," Sinclair said in a low voice, as Nick let
    himself out. "He's