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the two grim faces.
Nick frowned and motioned toward the body. “The kid looks familiar.”
“Could he be one of the gang members from the pharmacy?” Eric asked. “Maybe we wounded one of them.”
Callen shook his head. “This guy was shot at close range.”
“You can tell that just looking at him?” Eric gave him a skeptical look.
“There’s stippling on his face.” He pointed to the small red dots on the skin. “It’s caused by the powder exploding from the gun barrel in bullet projections and landing on and burning the skin. You only see that in shootings six feet and closer.”
Eric looked impressed. Nick seemed anxious to get moving.
Callen let out a long breath and called his supervisor to okay another lab team. It was going to be a very long day.
A ngel’s doorbell rang promptly at 6:00. When she opened the door, Brandon was standing there in his charcoal gray suit, looking like the lawyer he was. He had thick, sandy brown hair, gray-blue eyes, and a killer smile. He turned that smile on her now as he handed her a bouquet of roses with baby’s breath and ferns. “Picked these up on my way over.”
Angel’s breath caught as he pulled her into his arms for a kiss. “You look gorgeous,” he said when they came up for air.
“Thanks.” She’d taken pains to wear something feminine. Normally she’d have settled for a casual sweater and khaki pants, but tonight she’d dressed in a sleeveless black dress and topped it with a long-sleeved blouse that shimmered in iridescent shades of purple and teal as she moved. “Why don’t you come in for a minute while I put these in water?” The delicate pink roses were just opening. Soft fragrant petals tickled her nose when she buried her face in the blooms. “This was really nice of you.”
“Perfect roses for a perfect lady.” He came up behind her, and with his hands on her shoulders, nuzzled her neck.
Angel shrugged out of his embrace and set the flowers on the table. “What a line. I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”
He chuckled. “Only those named Angel. And I only know one Angel.” His arms came round her again, pulling her close andbending down for another kiss. She stretched up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking how perfectly they fit together, she at five-four and he at five-eleven.
At the moment Angel couldn’t imagine why she and Brandon hadn’t married. She liked being with him. Felt comfortable around him—most of the time.
And he brings me roses .
He released her and sighed as he checked his watch. “Much as I’d like to just stay here and keep doing what we’re doing, I’m starving.”
“So you’re telling me your stomach takes precedence over me.” She managed a smile.
“You got it.” Brandon turned her around and steered her toward the door.
They were on their way out when Angel’s neighbor, Rob Landis, reached out and snatched up his newspaper. “Hey, guys. How’s it going?” He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed about being caught in his ribbed tank undershirt and boxer shorts. Turning to Angel, he said, “Saw you on the news tonight. Well, not you, they put a picture up. You, uh... doing okay? I mean, hey, tragic mistake. But the kid was bad news, right?”
Angel wasn’t certain how to respond. She was tempted to walk away without commenting, but that would be rude. Rob and his wife, Brenda, had helped Angel move into her apartment.
“Yeah.” Angel glanced at Brandon. “Terrible mistake. But you do what you have to do. I’ll talk to you later; we’re just going out.”
“Sure. Have fun. Hey, want me to record this stuff for you? It’s not every day you get that kind of news coverage.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll catch it later.” Or not. How could the man be so blasé about something so horrendous?
“Okay. Think I’ll record it anyway.”
Brandon took her arm as they walked down the steps. “What’s he talking
Nick frowned and motioned toward the body. “The kid looks familiar.”
“Could he be one of the gang members from the pharmacy?” Eric asked. “Maybe we wounded one of them.”
Callen shook his head. “This guy was shot at close range.”
“You can tell that just looking at him?” Eric gave him a skeptical look.
“There’s stippling on his face.” He pointed to the small red dots on the skin. “It’s caused by the powder exploding from the gun barrel in bullet projections and landing on and burning the skin. You only see that in shootings six feet and closer.”
Eric looked impressed. Nick seemed anxious to get moving.
Callen let out a long breath and called his supervisor to okay another lab team. It was going to be a very long day.
A ngel’s doorbell rang promptly at 6:00. When she opened the door, Brandon was standing there in his charcoal gray suit, looking like the lawyer he was. He had thick, sandy brown hair, gray-blue eyes, and a killer smile. He turned that smile on her now as he handed her a bouquet of roses with baby’s breath and ferns. “Picked these up on my way over.”
Angel’s breath caught as he pulled her into his arms for a kiss. “You look gorgeous,” he said when they came up for air.
“Thanks.” She’d taken pains to wear something feminine. Normally she’d have settled for a casual sweater and khaki pants, but tonight she’d dressed in a sleeveless black dress and topped it with a long-sleeved blouse that shimmered in iridescent shades of purple and teal as she moved. “Why don’t you come in for a minute while I put these in water?” The delicate pink roses were just opening. Soft fragrant petals tickled her nose when she buried her face in the blooms. “This was really nice of you.”
“Perfect roses for a perfect lady.” He came up behind her, and with his hands on her shoulders, nuzzled her neck.
Angel shrugged out of his embrace and set the flowers on the table. “What a line. I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”
He chuckled. “Only those named Angel. And I only know one Angel.” His arms came round her again, pulling her close andbending down for another kiss. She stretched up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking how perfectly they fit together, she at five-four and he at five-eleven.
At the moment Angel couldn’t imagine why she and Brandon hadn’t married. She liked being with him. Felt comfortable around him—most of the time.
And he brings me roses .
He released her and sighed as he checked his watch. “Much as I’d like to just stay here and keep doing what we’re doing, I’m starving.”
“So you’re telling me your stomach takes precedence over me.” She managed a smile.
“You got it.” Brandon turned her around and steered her toward the door.
They were on their way out when Angel’s neighbor, Rob Landis, reached out and snatched up his newspaper. “Hey, guys. How’s it going?” He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed about being caught in his ribbed tank undershirt and boxer shorts. Turning to Angel, he said, “Saw you on the news tonight. Well, not you, they put a picture up. You, uh... doing okay? I mean, hey, tragic mistake. But the kid was bad news, right?”
Angel wasn’t certain how to respond. She was tempted to walk away without commenting, but that would be rude. Rob and his wife, Brenda, had helped Angel move into her apartment.
“Yeah.” Angel glanced at Brandon. “Terrible mistake. But you do what you have to do. I’ll talk to you later; we’re just going out.”
“Sure. Have fun. Hey, want me to record this stuff for you? It’s not every day you get that kind of news coverage.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll catch it later.” Or not. How could the man be so blasé about something so horrendous?
“Okay. Think I’ll record it anyway.”
Brandon took her arm as they walked down the steps. “What’s he talking
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