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cold, and exactly what she was after. She continued down the white tunnel, chased by the echo of her own boots and the sticky hints of death that clung to the air under the blasts of citrus and disinfectant wafting out of the vents.
    She paused outside the double doors of the autopsy suite not to brace herself to face that death, but the man who studied it.
    She drew a breath, pushed through the doors.
    There he was, looking the same.
    He wore a clear protective coat over a suit of moonless night black. He’d paired it with a shirt of rich gold, and a needle-thin tie where both colors wove together. She frowned at the silver peace sign pinned to his lapel, but had to admit on Morris it worked.
    His ink-black hair drew back from his exotic face in a single, gleaming braid.
    He stood over the dead girl he’d already opened with his precise, almost artistic Y cut.
    When his dark eyes lifted to Eve’s, she felt her belly tighten.
    He looked the same, but was he?
    “I guess this is a crappy welcome back.” She crossed over, offered the second tube. “Sorry I had to pull you in early, and on a holiday.”
    “Thank you.” He took the drink, but didn’t crack the tube.
    Her tightened belly began to jump. “Morris—”
    “I have some things to say to you.”
    “Okay. All right.”
    “Thank you for finding justice for Amaryllis.”
    “Don’t—”
    He held up his free hand. “I need to say these things before we go back to our work, our lives. You need to let me say them.”
    Feeling helpless, she stuck her hands in her pockets and said nothing.
    “We deal with death, you and I, and with that death leaves grieving. We believe—or hope—that finding the answers, finding justice will help the dead, and those the dead leaves grieving. It does. Somehow it does. I no longer believe it, or hope it, but know it. I loved her, and the loss . . .”
    He paused, opened the tube, drank. “Immense. But you were there for me. As a cop, and as a friend. You held my hand during those first horrible steps of grief, helped me steady myself. And by finding the answers, you gave me, and her, some peace. It’s a day to remember peace, I suppose. The job you and I do is often ugly and thankless. I need to thank you.”
    “Okay.”
    “More, Eve.” He rarely used her first name, and using it now, he closed his hand over her arm to keep her still. “Though it discomforts you.” And smiled, just a little—just enough to loosen the tightest knots in her belly. “Thank you for suggesting I speak to Father Lopez.”
    “You went to see him?”
    “I did. I had thought to go away, stay away until . . . Until. But there was nowhere I wanted to be, and frankly, I felt closer to her here. So I stayed, and I went to see your priest.”
    She had to fight not to squirm. “He’s not mine.”
    “He gave me comfort,” Morris continued over her flustered response. “He’s a man of unassailable faith, with a flexible mind and limitless compassion. He helped me with those next difficult steps, and helped me accept I’ll have more to take.”
    “He’s . . . good, but not a pain in the ass about it. Much.”
    Now the smile reached those dark eyes and eased more of her tension. “An excellent summary. And thank you for trusting me when I wasn’t sure I trusted myself.”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Before your request came in this morning, I was going over the reasons—excuses—not to come back yet. Another week, maybe two. I wasn’t sure I was ready to be here, to face this place, to handle the work. But you asked for me. You trusted me, so what choice do I have but to trust myself?”
    “She needs you.” On that single point Eve had Lopez’s unassailable faith. “Deena MacMasters needs you. You have a good team here, good people. But she needs you. She needs us.”
    “Yes. So . . .” He stunned her by brushing his lips, very lightly on hers. “It’s good to see you.”
    “Um. Likewise.”
    He gave her arm a quick