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Liz whipped around the corner. “The camera crews are setting up.”
    Liz called the desk sergeant on her radio to let him know they were coming in through the back. “You know there’s a crowd out front, don’t you, Tommy? Oliver says the networks are all there. He says the Christian Broadcast truck was behind us on Roosevelt Road.”
    â€œBeen watching them on the monitor,” the desk sergeant said. “If I’d wanted to work in a circus I’d a learned how to swing from a trapeze. I’ll let the looey know you’re here.”
    When the detectives reached the back of the station, fog shrouded the heads of the small group of protestors kneeling by the rear gates, making them look like guillotined corpses.
    The protestors didn’t try to block the car when the desk sergeant released the gates, but they pounded on the windows and spat as Liz drove past.
    â€œIf these are the Christians, the lions don’t stand a chance,” she muttered to Oliver.
    â€œTheir leader’s dead; they’re angry,” he said. “And they know we’ve got a suspect in the car.”
    When they finally got through the back entrance and into Lieutenant Finchley’s office, the lawyer who’d ridden over with Adari asked Finchley how the abortion foes knew the cops were bringing the doctor in for questioning. “Did you tell them that Dr. Adari was coming to the station?”
    â€œNothing we do is very secret,” Finchley said. “People listen in to police scanners, they video our cops coming and going and put it on the Net. You know that as well as I do, ma’am. And you and Dr. Adari also know how high tempers are going to be riding over Mr. Culver’s death, so let’s try to keep the rhetoric at a manageable temperature, okay?”
    Finchley had a uniformed officer escort Adari and the lawyer to an interview room before pulling Liz and Oliver into his office. “Okay, you two, everything you know. Now. Why did you bring the doctor in?”
    â€œPacheco—the uniform who found Culver’s body—he saw her assault Culver outside the boat where the fundraiser was taking place,” Oliver said.
    â€œHow’d he know who it was? He study this abortion rights group?” Finchley said.
    â€œNo, sir” Liz explained why Pacheco had ID’d Dr. Adari. “We looked up her history online—Culver’s been harassing her, she’s got a couple of lawsuits against him personally and against his organization.”
    â€œEven so” Finchley said, “she’s not very big, and she must be twenty years older than Culver on top of it. It’s hard to believe she could have attacked him, let alone killed him.”
    â€œElement of surprise in the fog, Looey,” Oliver suggested. “And whoever killed him was furious—dude had been hit on the head so many times the eye-sockets were destroyed.”
    Finchley grunted. “Any priors on the Adari woman?”
    Oliver hunched a shoulder. “Not since her student days. She dates back to the Vietnam War, got arrested three times in the seventies, once for pouring blood over an Army recruiter.”
    â€œMarchek, anything more recent than thirty years ago?”
    Liz saw the pulse throbbing in Finchley’s left temple. “Uh, well, sir, she seemed to be investigating Culver, trying to dig up some kind of dirt on him, maybe, to stop him targeting her clinic.”
    â€œShe find anything?”
    â€œWe’ll ask her that when we talk to her, sir.”
    â€œYou two need to tread very carefully here. The cardinal has already been on the phone to me, as has the mayor, and the head of the local ACLU, and I can guarantee that Fox and CNN are going to keep this on a twenty-four-hour loop. Any suspects you talk to, especially here at the station, you follow regs down to the smallest sub-paragraph. Capisce?”
    â€œYes, sir,” Liz

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