Saturday, August 29, 2009


Chuck could only tell Hope that the investigation was moving along, and when he had something concrete he would still grant her an exclusive. Beyond that, he couldn’t think of anything else to say to her. It felt good. He was proud of himself. There was no anticipation of a date or kiss, no emotion, no nothing. She was just another reporter sniffing around for a treat.
“I can’t believe we had to cut him loose.” Danica tossed the folder on her desk. “You know if he comes back in with his lawyer, there’ll be a much different spin on what he just said to us.”
She didn’t look at Chuck for a response. They knew what she said was shameless, ridiculous, but accurate. Danica looked at the mess on her desk. Somewhere in the pile of papers had to be the lone clue that would lead them to the killers. Unfortunately, she’d read and reread, and nothing stood out. She picked up the phone and dialed the extension for Porter Fox.
His energetic voicemail left her disappointed. She needed to hear him say to her that he’d miraculously found a ton of fingerprints, a strand of hair; anything. She took a deep breath and tightened her ponytail.
Chuck disconnected his call and studied his partner. He’d seen that look before, and didn’t like it. She was getting restless, and that could mean she wasn’t going to operate at the top of her game.
“Look on the bright side,” he smiled. “We have two left, and I don’t think we’ll be bored.”

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