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number, Father Mike left, leaving her alone. Now if only the damn doctor would show up, she could get out of here and figure out what to do with herself the next few days. She had another week before she had to go back to work, not that she was in any shape to lug that computer from place to place. About the only thing she was good for was catching up on all the books she wanted to get to while on her vacation. But then she’d been planning to read them with the sun on her face and a tropical breeze blowing through her hair.
    Damn. That’s another bonus she hadn’t thought of. She’d just lost the money she’d laid out for her trip. Her life just got better and better.
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    When Jonathan walked into the squad room on Monday morning, Mari was already waiting for him. She nodded toward the lieutenant’s office. Shea was on the phone, and from what Jonathan could tell the conversation was one-sided with Shea doing all the listening. “He wants to see us as soon as he gets off the phone.”
    Jonathan gritted his teeth. Most of the time Shea could not care less what you did or how you did it as long as it was accomplished with enough speed to make him look good. If he wanted to speak to them now, it wasn’t to wish them a Merry Christmas.
    As soon as Shea hung up he motioned them to join him. Once they’d entered his office before closing the door he gestured that they sit. Jonathan ignored the two visitors’ chairs, as did Mari. If they were going to be dressed down both of them preferred to take it standing up.
    â€œI don’t need to tell you the flack I’m getting already on this Pierce thing. Turns out the police commissioner’s new wife and Pierce went to Wellesley together. She’s on his back about a speedy resolution to the case, and now he’s on mine.”
    Jonathan slid a glance at Mari, gauging if she caught his implication. Never being one not to share the grief, he was passing it on to them.
    Shea shifted in his seat. “Where are we on this thing?”
    Jonathan glanced down at Shea’s desk where his initial report sat. He wouldn’t need to ask questions if he had bothered to read them. But why do things the easy way? “Apparently, Amanda Pierce caught a taxi from her apartment on Friday morning and that’s the last anyone saw of her until she was discovered Saturday morning.”
    He filled Shea in on their meeting with Banks and what they found in her apartment. He’d spent the previous night going through some of her paper records while Mari had gone through her computer. Most of the files were password protected, so the laptop was with the techs now, hoping they could crack the code. But nothing they had found so far suggested what she was working on or where she had gone.
    He finished with, “We’ve got the housekeeper coming in this morning. We’ll put in a call to Pierce’s agent and her editor and see what turns up.”
    Shea huffed. “There will be a small press conference this afternoon at three at One Police Plaza. I’ll expect you both there.”
    Jonathan gritted his teeth. Any excuse for Shea to press his mug in front of the cameras. Everyone knew Shea had ambitions beyond the office he now occupied. Jonathan and Mari would be superfluous.
    Shea adjusted his jacket and hunched over his desk in a way that suggested they’d been dismissed. Jonathan opened the door and followed Mari into the squad room.
    â€œWell, that was fun,” Mari said as they walked back to their desks. “Think I need to get my hair done?”
    Jonathan shot her a droll look. “What time is that housekeeper coming in?”
    â€œA half hour.”
    Rosa Nuñez showed up ten minutes early. A slender, petite woman in her mid-forties, she presented the picture of propriety. She wore a pale peach dress that fell below her knee, black low-heeled pumps and a silk scarf around her neck. Her dark