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Bingo.

He knows her from the diner.

It’s time to go back to the diner.

Chapter Thirty-Five

I exit Cathy’s apartment to find Jay and Kit leaning on the SUV.

Jeez, these two.

Once I’m close enough, Kit pushes off the door. “What the hell was that?”

“My job.”

“You were in there way too long,” he snaps. “I was ready to break down the door.”

“A gangster who gets away with so much but goes to jail for breaking down an old lady’s door. That would be priceless.” I motion for Jay to get off the rear door. “We’re going back to the diner.”

Jay, being the conformist that he is, opens the door and keeps his mouth shut. I climb in the backseat and punch the auto-dial for Rollins. He picks up on the first ring. “I was about to call you. The mayor said he called you and you said—”

“I’ve been with the old lady all this time. I’ll call him when we hang up. How did the autopsy go?”

“It was worthless, as you predicted, but I got a detective out to see Bonnie lickety-split.”

“Lickety-split. How old are you?”

“Don’t be a bitch. I know that’s hard for you. My mother says it.” He moves on. “She offered us her phone records and anything else we want. She even gave us a DNA sample. The detective that talked to her thinks she left out of fear that she’d be a target if she stayed. What about the old lady?”

“She runs a business where she just does random things for people. She delivered the suitcase but can’t remember who it was for. We spent hours going through her receipts. But she goes to the same diner several of the victims went to. I’m headed back there now. I haven’t asked for a list of regular customers, and I should have.”

“The diner seems like our ticket to a win. What about the ownership?”

“My boss said I’d know by tomorrow,” I reply. “Also, Cathy’s daughter, Jennifer. She’s an attorney who was supposed to have a blind date with a doctor today. Check her out, if you will. I want to make sure this isn’t somehow about her, not Cathy.”

“Got it. I’ll check her out. Do you know the doctor’s name?”

“I do not.”

“All right. I’ll see what I can do. More soon. And here’s to making it through tonight without a murder.” Another call comes into my phone and he says, “I have to go. Call the mayor.” He disconnects.

I glance at the caller ID and low and behold, find the mayor calling. I grimace and answer the line. “Mayor.”

“What are we doing with the press?”

“Nothing. We are not talking to the press.”

“I have to say something.”

“Say something, and you may become the next target yourself. Is that what you want?”

We go back and forth until I finally say, “This is an FBI directive. The end.”

“I’m going to talk to your supervisor.”

“Good luck with that.” Kit pulls us in front of the diner, and I hang up.

I exit the vehicle and Jay is right there with me. He’s getting better at estimating my next move. The afternoon has cooled the air, and the wind is biting. I hurry toward the door and eagerly enter the warm diner. Ted is behind the counter, and I wave. He lifts the coffee pot in his hand and I nod eagerly. Some people might say I should cut back on coffee because of the stimulant factor. But I just say “fuck you” to those crazy people.

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