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murdered woman had reported her purse stolen. However, as far as suspects, the women weren’t connected. Decker, needing to get home to his family, gave Jameson the number of the murdered woman’s boyfriend. “Talk to him for me. You ask different questions than me, and maybe he’ll like you better.”
    “That’s not even a maybe. I’m nicer than you.”
    “Only to tall, long-legged women.”
    Jameson smirked. That kindness had paid off, and he was pretty sure it would continue to bear fruit after he caught this guy, thief and possible murderer. Talking to the boyfriend hadn’t brought him much new knowledge, just that the man sitting across from him wasn’t a killer.
    The boyfriend cried, sobbed, and lamented using words like, “She was the one. The mother fucking one, man.”
    Jameson’s stomach twisted in knots and his heart thumped in his chest. He couldn’t call Zara, “the one,” but she came close to it based on what little he knew. Not only fit, but she enjoyed a good drink, hard exercise, and had no qualms about going down on him in public. She might be the one, and he wouldn’t let her become a victim of some…What the hell kind of a man was the guy who’d murdered this woman that lived a quiet life?
    “Can you tell me things that she liked to do? A daily routine?”
    After a sob, the boyfriend swallowed. “It’s sad, man. Sad. I didn’t know her that well. I can only tell you where we met, that we used to walk around the park. She wanted me to get rid of some of this gut.” He patted a growing belly. “As for anything else, all I could tell you was how she liked sex, because she did. Lots of it. She had toys, straps, kinky stuff.
    “I don’t think that had anything to do with who killed her, though. I didn’t tell that other guy this. He wasn’t digging for lots of details. Not like you.” He wiped his nose on a tissue. “When the cops told me about her being dead, I thought she’d done that erotic asphyxiation thing. She liked that, to have a hard time breathing during sex, and I wouldn’t do it to her. Too violent for me. She told me she’d go without it until I got comfortable with the idea. Said she needed it like once a month, and that she’d have to, well, never mind. None of that matters. They said she didn’t die that way, not tied up at least.”
    “No.” Jameson cleared his throat. He knew Decker had to have asked this question, but it deserved being asked again. “Did she have any other partners?”
    “No, and I know you’re going to ask it again. It’s something I asked her when we first did it. She showed me all her toys and things. I kind of freaked since I’m not that kind of guy. Missionary or slamming a gal from behind is good enough for me. So, I asked her if she got freaky with other people. She was very serious when she said she was picky about her partners. She had this…”
    Ah ha, here it comes. Jameson waited for the man to finish his sentence, but the guy kept looking around and down. Anywhere but at the cop across from him. Whatever Ms. Velasquez liked to do embarrassed him. It was a wonder that he dated her for three weeks if he turned such a shade of red each time she asked him to perform some kind of sex act. “Sir? What did she have?”
    The boyfriend rubbed his face, wiped his nose, and dipped his head. “She liked to have people watch when she did things to me.”
    “Like she invited people over?” That could mean a huge list of possible suspects, and this dude wouldn’t know any of them.
    “Not like that. She had a big picture window at her place. Maybe you saw it?”
    Jameson nodded. The entire side of a room in the woman’s shotgun house had a huge single pane of glass in the bedroom. That’s how the neighbors knew Ms. Velasquez had died. They saw her lifeless form through that window. Whoever killed her had raised the shade.
    “Sometimes, maybe all the time, she told me that she had the shade raised.”
    “Couldn’t you