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strayed to her cleavage. “I suppose
not. It’s O’Neill’s house. The body was found surrounded by his
computer equipment or what was left of it. It’s probably him, but
we don’t have an official ID yet. The press is guessing the same as
we are at this point.”
    “I suppose he’ll be identified by dental
records?” That was the most commonly used method and the
quickest.
    “The lower jaw is intact and that’s about
all.” He shook his head and let go a heavy breath. “Unfortunately,
we haven’t been able to track down a dentist who had him as a
patient. His family insists he never went to a dentist as a child.
So it’s too early to say anything for sure.”
    Damn. “That’s too bad.” There would be no
burying the body, no closure, until the remains had been officially
identified. “Any idea what caused the explosion?”
    “We’re still working on that.” He checked out
her boobs once more. “Besides, I couldn’t tell you if I knew. We
still have to determine if it was accidental or if foul play was
involved.”
    “Right.” She tucked her hands into her back
pockets. “See you around, Winston.”
    “Yeah.” His cell rang.
    Alex slid behind the wheel of her SUV and
stared at what used to be Timothy O’Neill’s home. There was no
doubt in her mind that this was the place Hitch had brought the
contact lens.
    Her stomach cramped.
    Hitch had called her, excited that the
analysis had confirmed the lens was more than met the eye—no pun
intended. Now Hitch was dead. His friend who’d done the analysis
was dead.
    All because of the contact lens she’d found.
If either Hitch or O’Neill had abruptly died under unusual
circumstances she could call it a fluke. But both? No way it was a
mere coincidence.
    The question was, what did she do about
it?
    How did she make Patton believe this
explosion had something to do with Hitch’s accident—that it
probably wasn’t an accident? She had no proof. Nothing.
    The story sounded melodramatic even to her.
Still, she couldn’t just pretend it never happened. She owed it to
Hitch, it was the least she could do. She had to see this through
whether the police believed her or not.
    Banging on the window next to her made her
jump. Three seconds passed before Alex’s heart slid back down her
throat and started to beat again. She lowered her window and glared
at Winston. “What?” He’d scared the hell of her.
    He grinned like a jackass. “Thought I’d let
you know, I just got a call about a possible coffee spill at a
Starbucks not too far from here. I can give you the address if you
want to run over there and see if there’s any work to be drummed
up.”
    She didn’t give him the finger, which had
been her first inclination. Instead she smiled, pulled the
gearshift into Reverse, and rolled away from him. He was still
laughing when she glanced into her rearview mirror after turning
around and driving away.
    Buttwad.
    Alex drove back to the office. As usual, her
parking spot was taken. She squeezed into an open space between a
Cadillac and a Honda.
    “Got a call.” Shannon was waving a message at
her as she walked through the door. Alex wondered vaguely whatever
happened to “Hello, how was your morning?”
    She snagged the message. “Thanks. Where’s
Marg?” The lounge door was wide open and from her position in front
of Shannon’s desk Alex could see that the room was empty. This
wasn’t a good sign.
    “She left less than an hour after she got
here and never came back.” Shannon shrugged, and then pointed to
the message in Alex’s hand. “They’re in kind of a hurry. The guy
who called wanted to know if you could come right over. I was about
to call you.”
    Alex read over the message. The apartment
building was over in Carol City. She knew the place. “What’s the
rush?” Not that she didn’t understand the need to get a cleanup
done, considering the most likely source of the problem, but
hurrying wouldn’t change the fact that someone