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“What made you climb the tree?” But he didn’t have to ask. Christina always claimed she could get into the head of a killer. He still didn’t know if he believed her or not, but it could come in handy in this case if she could.
“Just...umm, a feeling and some damage to the bark on the trunk.”
“Do you have the card here?” He shuffled through the papers in the case folders.
“It’s in evidence.”
“Prints?”
“None.”
Eric whistled through his teeth. “I wonder if there were any more tarot cards near the body in San Diego.”
“I was wondering the same thing about the murder in Portland and the first one here.” She tapped a pencil against her chin and then dropped it. “Wait. Did you say the victim in San Diego was male?”
“That’s right.”
“Was the body found outdoors? Bludgeoned and then throat slit?”
“Nope—indoors, no bludgeoning, but his throat was slit. He lost an amazing amount of blood that soaked into the carpet and the floorboards beneath.”
“Same with the other victims. They suffered a lot of blood loss.” She curled her fingers around the arms of the chair. “So the M.O. was a little different for the male victim.”
“We did find some drugs and alcohol in his system, so maybe the killer incapacitated him that way and didn’t have to hit him over the head.”
“That suggests he knew him or had some kind of contact with him before the murder. That doesn’t seem to be the case at all with the women.”
Christina sucked in her bottom lip, which she always did when she was thinking. She couldn’t just be trying to focus his attention on her mouth, could she? Because he couldn’t keep his eyes, or his nasty thoughts, off her lips.
“What could possibly be the connection between these four people?”
Clearing his throat, he scratched the stubble on his chin. “I guess it’s up to us to find the connections, because they have to be there.”
“Us. There hasn’t been an us for a long time.”
“I think we can be adults and work together.” As soon as he could get his mind out of the gutter.
“Sure.” She folded her hands on the desk. “How’s your family?”
“Fine. Yours? How’s your mother?”
“She’s doing well, busy.”
“Busy? I thought she retired from nursing.”
Christina’s hands got fidgety again, stacking papers and lining up pencils. She’d never been the nervous type before. She’d always had a cool, calm demeanor. As cold as ice—except in the bedroom.
Seeing him had rattled her.
His response to her had surprised him, too. He accepted the fact that he’d never forget Christina, no matter what she’d done to him, but he’d believed he could tame the visceral reaction she’d always elicited from him. Not so much.
He dragged his gaze away from her puckered lips as she blew a strand of dark hair from her face.
“She did retire, but she picked up a bunch of hobbies.”
“Good for her.” He pointed at the folders. “How about it? Do you want to get a couple of sandwiches delivered and dig in to what we got?”
“Sounds good. I’ll ask our new best friend, Officer Griego, for some suggestions.”
“Yeah, there’s some hero worship going on there.”
“You always did have the ladies fawning over you.”
He raised one eyebrow. “I was talking about you. From the minute she volunteered to take me to you, it was Agent Sandoval this, Agent Sandoval that.”
Christina gave an unladylike snort. “Did you set her straight?”
“I didn’t have time.”
Her nostrils flared as she reached for the phone and punched the speaker button and three other buttons. “Hi, Officer Griego. Can you recommend a good take-out place in the area for lunch?”
“One of the sergeants is taking orders now for the deli down the street. I’ll send him over.”
“That would be great. Menu?”
“I’ll bring one to you.”
Christina rolled her eyes at him. “That’s not necessary. We’ll come out and have a look.”
“That’s okay, ma’am. I know you and Agent Brody are busy. I’ll bring the menu right in. Sarge won’t mind.”
“Thanks, Officer Griego.” She pressed the speaker button and ended the call.
Eric twisted his lips into a smile. “I’m sure Sarge will mind catering to the two fibbies in his midst.”
“They seem okay with me here, so far. Have you met Lieutenant Fitch yet? I had him eating out of my hand yesterday, but he turned cold once he knew you were on the way.”
