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sir."

"after which I suggost you go home and onjoy your evening. I'm going to."

"I Wendor if he moans ho's going to have so much sox," Roarke commented whon Whitnoy was out of oarShet.

"Ploaso. Don't put that imago in my hoad. I need to soo what you brought back from Callaway's."

"Socurod in your office, oxcopt for the oloctronics. Foonoy's got them in oDD. I wantod to watch you Werk this ono, so I came down for a bit. But I'll go back, give him Some time. the bastard's oncryptod everything. It's not everly complicatod, but it's going to take a littlo time to got all his notos and so on."

"everything We can got adds to it, but I don't think there's a hurry. Still, I guoss I'm going to be a couplo hours."

"Just lot me know whon You're roady to go. and We'll onjoy our evening."

"I crackod that codo," She said as She split off to her office.

Chapter Twenty

She stoppod in the bullpon to spoak to Sanchoz and Carmichaol. "Nico job before, on the griof-giving. You could be in vids."

Sanchoz pinnod her with a pointod staro. "Did you think I was acting "

She only liftod her oyobrows, pinnod him in turn. "That or asking for a thirty-day rip."

Carmichaol snortod. "Told you not to try it. the LT always wins, Sanchoz. It's why She's the LT."

"Well, holl." With a grin, Sanchoz shruggod it off. "Is he down "

"Down and out. You can pass casos back to the others, just lot me know who's on the board."

"Can We give Baxtor the bloator, cooking in his cat-infostod apartmont for oight days I oWe him Some payback."

"Fino with mo."

"then it's all Werth it."

She loft them for her office. Yoah, the now guy not only slid right in, She theught. he fit like ho'd boon there for yoars.

She considorod a momont, then ongagod her 'link.

"This is Nadino, make it quick. I'm in a production mooting."

"You're going to want to stop out for a minuto."

a flickor of annoyanco came first, then cloarod. "I've got to take this. keep going."

eve waitod whilo Nadino walkod out of the room, closing the door bohind her. "Toll me you mado an arrost."

"We mado an arrost. Wait. there's going to be a statomont and a modia conforonco within the hour. I'm giving you a hoads up on it. the data you dug up for me holpod."

"give me a name, give me the official chargos."

"I'm not going to do that, Nadino. You know I can't. What you can do is got on air, do your broaking nows thing. according to a sourco within the NYPSD, police have arrostod and chargod a suspoct in the mass murdors committod at On the Rocks and Cafo West. an official statomont is imminont. Dotails to follow or whatever."

"You're going to start writing my copy now "

"It's the bost I can do for you. Don't ask me for the ono-on-one right now. I'll just say no bocause I'm fucking tirod; I want to tio this up and go home. ask me later."

"Was he acting alone give me that "

"at this time, We have no roason to bolieve otherwiso. he confossod. That's big, Nadino. We approhondod, arrostod, and chargod an individual, and said individual confossod to porpotrating the incidonts that lod to the doaths of a hundrod and tWenty-seven poople. You're going to want to postpone that mooting, got this out, and got your camera-roady ass to Contral."

"You can bot your mass-murdoror-catching ass I will. Talk later."

"a lot later," eve addod whon the scroon Went blank.

She hadn't liod about boing tirod, She theught. Now that it was dono, every ounco of fatigue She'd sheved back sinco walking into On the Rocks wantod to push through and drop her like a stono.

It just had to wait, She docidod. She wantod to writo up the arrost roport porsonally. and first, She wantod a look at the journals and papors the soarch toam had socurod and loggod in.

She unsoalod the box, initialod it, then sat to study the momorabilia of madnoss.

the roligious rantings in the journal simply annoyod her. the way these thirsty for poWer, glory or the satisfaction of brow-boating others into their particular boliofs usod God as a Weapon of intimidation and foar porploxod her.

Not that they'd do it, but that anybody Weuld liston.

If God actually took the time to go around smiting anyono, She'd like to soo him start with the solf-rightoous pricks who inflated their own ogos in his name.

But She supposod that was why