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folded his arms across a chest that could have been muscular but had long since taken an unfortunate turn toward saggy. His curly, dark hair had started thinning at the temples, and a doppelganger threatened his already round chin. It was a case of the ugliness inside being reflected on the outside, so Sam didn’t feel particularly bad about being superficial.
    â€œLook what the cat dragged in.” Petersen gave Sam his characteristic sneer. “What are you doing here, Flynn? We didn’t order any blowjobs.”
    â€œYou sure about that?” Sam arched an eyebrow at McCormick, who flushed scarlet, puffed out his chest even farther, and crossed his arms to mirror Petersen.
    â€œCut the crap, Flynn. What do you want?”
    â€œI need to see Officer Walker. Is she here?”
    â€œI dunno anyone by that name.” Petersen was all feigned innocence, while McCormick stared uncomfortably at the ceiling.
    â€œShe’s in with the chief,” said McCormick finally, earning a dirty look from Petersen.
    â€œAll right. Well, when she’s done, let her know I’m looking for her.”
    â€œWe’ll think about it,” said Petersen.
    An instant later Emma appeared from the staff offices beyond. She smiled when she noticed Sam and gave the others a wary glance. “Are you two behaving yourselves?”
    â€œOf course,” said Petersen innocently. McCormick examined his fingernails.
    â€œAre they bothering you, Sam? I can ask the chief to give them extra paperwork.”
    â€œNo more than usual.” Back in high school, Petersen had led the asshole brigade—the group of kids who got their rocks off teasing the gay kids, the slow kids, the nerds. Some things never changed.
    Emma patted McCormick on the arm. “Behave yourself, or you’ll end up like Rich.” He smiled up at her, flushing slightly at the attention, which Emma then turned back to Sam.
    â€œWhat can I do for you?”
    Sam held out the iced coffee he’d brought for her. “You have a minute?”
    â€œFor you? Of course.”
    Sam followed Emma to the break room, which was empty late in the afternoon. He pulled up one of the ugly orange plastic chairs and parked it.
    â€œI take it this isn’t a social visit.” Emma said. “You’re after the autopsy results?”
    â€œGuilty as charged. Any word yet?”
    She nodded. “Yeah. Report came in this morning. There was no sign of natural disease, only the water in his lungs. His stomach contents revealed pills, but we don’t know what type yet. Once we get the toxicology back we’ll be able to tell if the pills were enough to knock him out and cause the drowning.”
    â€œSo it’s a suicide?”
    â€œIt’s probable, but with no note, it’s hard to gauge intent. I’m on my way to talk to his pharmacist right now. Then I’m going to stop in and talk to his wife later today.”
    â€œGood luck,” Sam said, snorting. “I got nothing from her, not even for the obit.”
    â€œShe’s probably in shock, Sam. I can’t imagine what I’d do if anything happened to Nathan. At least we don’t have kids yet.”
    Sam shook his head. “I know.” He lowered his gaze. “It’s awful.”
    â€œSpeaking of….” Emma opened the file she’d been carrying and slid a photo over to Sam. The Feldman family beamed up at him—Mark, his wife Patricia, and their two young boys. Twins. Sam was the first to admit photos could be deceiving, but this one felt real. It was possible things had been going down behind the scenes, but there was nothing to indicate any trouble in the photo. They all seemed perfectly happy. Feldman had one arm around his wife and the other slung around the shoulder of one of his sons. The other boy sat next to his brother. Both of the kids reminded Sam of Tim at that age, smiling mischievously at the camera.
    â€œCan I