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progress. “Okay—” she pushed back from her desk and stood “—then let’s go and see if we can get ourselves a match.”
There was no match.
The prints that were on file from the Del Torro case didn’t match the prints of either of the two men whohad been captured invading the Wong apartment the day before.
“Only means that there’s probably more people involved than the ones we’ve got cooling their heels in lockup,” Teri theorized with a deep sigh. “But then we already figured this operation has to be bigger than Tweedledum and Tweedledee.”
Still, it irritated her to move forward only to slide back again like this. She wanted that burst, the lead that finally brought all the pieces together.
She paused, holding the results that had just been spit out of the machine. Another question nagged at her. Maybe she could at least get the answer and put it to rest. “Claude, what did my father give you earlier today?”
Already at the door, Hawk turned slowly around to listen to the head technician’s reply. When she glanced in her partner’s direction, he was watching her, not Wilkins. She shut him out.
Wilkins, a bewhiskered man in his fifties, measured his words out as slowly as he did the evidence he examined. “He wanted a favor.”
“What kind of a favor?”
To her frustration, Wilkins shook his head as he turned back to his work. “Look, Teri, I’m not comfortable talking about it. If you want to know, why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“I will.” Banking down her annoyance, she turned on her heel and walked out.
Hawk matched his stride to hers. For a smallwoman, she could cover a lot of ground when she put her mind to it.
“We’re working on a case, Cavanaugh.”
So now he was her conscience as well as her partner? “I know,” she snapped, pushing the down button on the elevator pad. “I don’t need you to tell me that.”
Her tone didn’t put him off. His own was infuriatingly mild as he continued. “Don’t you think that should be your first priority?”
The elevator arrived and she stomped in, punching the button for the floor she wanted before she trusted herself to answer. “My family’s my first priority. My job’s a close second.”
He stood beside her, the six-foot-two voice of reason she didn’t want to hear right now. “Seems to me if your father wanted you to know, he would have told you when you ran into him.”
So he’d overheard Mulrooney earlier. She resented him taking this high-handed attitude about her life. “What are you, an authority on father-daughter relationships all of a sudden?”
His shoulders rose and fell in a seemingly disinterested shrug. “Just making an observation.”
“Well, don’t.”
Arriving on their floor, she got out ahead of him. But two steps toward the squad room, she got a renewed hold over her emotions. Since yesterday, they seemed to be all over the place. Maybe getting shothad affected her more than she realized. She definitely had to get a grip.
“Sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to get so testy. It’s just that—”
“You have to know everything.”
Mentally, she counted to ten. She couldn’t follow an apology with an explosion. “Not everything, just what’s going on with my family. With my father,” she underscored. Because without him, there would have been no family. Andrew Cavanaugh was the glue that held all of them together.
“Have you ever heard of privacy?”
“I have.” Was he bent on getting her angry, or didn’t he realize how annoying his questions, his quiet tone were? “I’ve got no intentions of posting my findings on the Internet.” She stopped walking, choosing instead to have it out with him in an alcove of the hallway. “Look, in my house, we care about the other person, and if there’s something going on, we all pitch in to work it out. My father deliberately held back when I asked him what he was doing here.”
Hawk could always see things from the
There was no match.
The prints that were on file from the Del Torro case didn’t match the prints of either of the two men whohad been captured invading the Wong apartment the day before.
“Only means that there’s probably more people involved than the ones we’ve got cooling their heels in lockup,” Teri theorized with a deep sigh. “But then we already figured this operation has to be bigger than Tweedledum and Tweedledee.”
Still, it irritated her to move forward only to slide back again like this. She wanted that burst, the lead that finally brought all the pieces together.
She paused, holding the results that had just been spit out of the machine. Another question nagged at her. Maybe she could at least get the answer and put it to rest. “Claude, what did my father give you earlier today?”
Already at the door, Hawk turned slowly around to listen to the head technician’s reply. When she glanced in her partner’s direction, he was watching her, not Wilkins. She shut him out.
Wilkins, a bewhiskered man in his fifties, measured his words out as slowly as he did the evidence he examined. “He wanted a favor.”
“What kind of a favor?”
To her frustration, Wilkins shook his head as he turned back to his work. “Look, Teri, I’m not comfortable talking about it. If you want to know, why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“I will.” Banking down her annoyance, she turned on her heel and walked out.
Hawk matched his stride to hers. For a smallwoman, she could cover a lot of ground when she put her mind to it.
“We’re working on a case, Cavanaugh.”
So now he was her conscience as well as her partner? “I know,” she snapped, pushing the down button on the elevator pad. “I don’t need you to tell me that.”
Her tone didn’t put him off. His own was infuriatingly mild as he continued. “Don’t you think that should be your first priority?”
The elevator arrived and she stomped in, punching the button for the floor she wanted before she trusted herself to answer. “My family’s my first priority. My job’s a close second.”
He stood beside her, the six-foot-two voice of reason she didn’t want to hear right now. “Seems to me if your father wanted you to know, he would have told you when you ran into him.”
So he’d overheard Mulrooney earlier. She resented him taking this high-handed attitude about her life. “What are you, an authority on father-daughter relationships all of a sudden?”
His shoulders rose and fell in a seemingly disinterested shrug. “Just making an observation.”
“Well, don’t.”
Arriving on their floor, she got out ahead of him. But two steps toward the squad room, she got a renewed hold over her emotions. Since yesterday, they seemed to be all over the place. Maybe getting shothad affected her more than she realized. She definitely had to get a grip.
“Sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to get so testy. It’s just that—”
“You have to know everything.”
Mentally, she counted to ten. She couldn’t follow an apology with an explosion. “Not everything, just what’s going on with my family. With my father,” she underscored. Because without him, there would have been no family. Andrew Cavanaugh was the glue that held all of them together.
“Have you ever heard of privacy?”
“I have.” Was he bent on getting her angry, or didn’t he realize how annoying his questions, his quiet tone were? “I’ve got no intentions of posting my findings on the Internet.” She stopped walking, choosing instead to have it out with him in an alcove of the hallway. “Look, in my house, we care about the other person, and if there’s something going on, we all pitch in to work it out. My father deliberately held back when I asked him what he was doing here.”
Hawk could always see things from the
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