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Alex eyed his stiff posture, turned her back on him, and slid her sunglasses into place on her nose.
    Roberts raised an eyebrow. “Something I should know about?”
    Still smarting from the dressing-down she’d received in her staff inspector’s office, Alex shook her head. “Nothing more than we already discussed.”
    Roberts grunted and turned back to the scene. “So has the circus started yet?”
    Alex knew he referred to the gathering of media she’d come through on the street below. She slammed the door and joined her supervisor beside the coroner’s vehicle. The sun’s harsh rays radiated back from the concrete at her feet. “Four more than I counted last night, including CNN. They’ve set up for live broadcasting this time.”
    â€œFucking hell.”
    Alex turned her attention to the tarp-covered victim. In his cryptic phone call, Roberts had said the body looked to have been there for about a day, which meant it had been out in the rain and the scene had likely been washed clean. Again. She looked askance at her staff inspector.
    â€œWe’re sure it’s the same guy?”
    â€œWe’re sure.”
    That put the count at three in the last twenty-four hours. Their killer was escalating. Alex heard the scuff of a shoe against concrete and braced for Trent to join them.
    They hadn’t exchanged a word since she’d told him the subject of Roberts’s phone call. Eighteen minutes to maneuver through traffic and not a word, not a glance. Only a cold anger emanating from him like the chill from an iceberg, defying the day’s heat. If he’d been anyone else, she wouldn’t have hesitated to confront him, to demand an end to the bizarre behavior and tell him to take a flying leap off the nearest building if he couldn’t get his act together and behave like a decent human being.
    But he wasn’t anyone else.
    He was the man who had grown wings before her eyes. Twice.
    The man who’d left her reeling from a simple touch. Also twice.
    Alex pressed her lips together. “Has anyone run the plates yet?” she asked Roberts. When he shook his head in the negative, she took her notebook from her pocket and held it out to Trent. Her partner made no move to take it.
    â€œWhat’s that for?”
    â€œLicense plates. All the cars on this level.”
    She saw a muscle twitch in Trent’s jaw, but refused to back down. She continued holding out the notebook, silently defying him not to take it, and at last he reached out a hand. Alex maintained her grip, careful not to let his fingers touch hers, until he met her eyes.
    â€œDon’t forget to record the province if it’s not Ontario,” she said.
    Trent stalked over to the first parked car. Alex extracted her nails from her palms, then turned to her staff inspector. “Any word on that file yet?”
    â€œWhat file?” Roberts asked absently, his attention on his own note-taking.
    â€œTrent’s service record.”
    â€œOh. That. Not yet.”
    â€œBut you’re looking into it.”
    Temper flared in Roberts’s expression. “Was I not clear enough about this the first time around, Detective? I’d rather they sent us someone with experience, too, especially right now. But unless this asshole eases up, the administrative stuff isn’t going to happen and you’re just going to have to deal with it.”
    She knew he was right. Knew that, in his shoes, she’d expect her to deal with it, too. But she didn’t have to like it. She eased her neck from side to side against the tension building there.
    â€œFine,” she said. “So what do you want me—us—to do?”
    â€œI gave Troy and Williker the file. You can check with them to see if they need you to follow up on security cameras or anything, but otherwise just finish up the plates with Trent and have someone pull up the drivers’ licenses for