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someone has too much money and no taste.
    Falco’s naked body is sprawled across the bed in a pool of crusted blood. Crimson splatter speckles the white satin sheets. He was a good looking man, before the blood drained out of him. Mid 40s, dark hair, brown eyes, chiseled body.
    “He got hit with two slugs in the back of the head. Small caliber. Professional hit,” Dodd says.
    There are two brass shell casings on the floor, marked with evidence tags. “Not very professional to leave brass behind. Got a time of death?” I ask.
    “The medical examiner puts it around 5 or 6pm yesterday. Give or take.”
    “Anybody see anything?”
    “Nobody saw shit. And if they did, they ain’t talking.”
    “Pull the security tapes,” I say to Agent Parker.
    “I’m already on it,” Dodd says. “I’ll send copies over.”
    “What was he doing in bed at 5pm?” Parker asks.
    “Getting laid,” I say, examining the rumpled sheets. “Looks like someone else was with him at the time.” There are blonde strands of hair in the satin sheets. “Get these over to forensics.”
    “Trust me. I’ll handle it and share my full report.” Dodd has an insincere tone in his voice.
    “You’ll let me know as soon as you get prints off those shell casings,” I say.
    “Of course,” Dodd says with a forced smile.
    I smile back at him. “Good. Then I’ll leave things in your capable hands. Let’s go, Parker.” I spin around and strut out of the apartment.
    Parker follows. “That’s it. We’re just going to leave it up to these clowns?”
    “I’m not going to sit there and waste time measuring dicks with that guy. Besides, we can learn more on the street. You don’t kill a mob boss without permission. And if you do, there’s going to be hell to pay.”
    “You think anyone is going to talk to us?”
    “I know one guy who will.”

5
    Scarlett
    “ I ’m sorry , he’s in a meeting,” the secretary says. Her face twists up as she launches from her seat. She rounds her desk, trying to head us off. “You can’t just barge in here like this.”
    I flash my credentials. “Yes, I can.”
    Parker and I brush past her and push through the door to Sneaky Pete’s office. His eyes bulge as he scurries to pull up his pants. It seems we’ve caught him at an inopportune time. It takes the blonde, on her knees giving him a blow job, a moment to figure out someone else is in the room. Her head finally pops out of his crotch. She wipes her lips and adjusts her skirt as she stands. She looks like a stripper who just got off her shift.
    Sneaky Pete clears his throat, and tries to act like nothing out of the ordinary is going on. “Thank you, Mrs. Stanton. I’ll let Accounts Receivable know that we’re all settled on the bill. If I can be of any further assistance, please don’t hesitate to call.”
    “Thank you,” she says, shuffling toward the door. She slips out and closes the door behind her.
    Sneaky Pete is a mob lawyer with legal troubles. My favorite kind. He got busted with a kilo of cocaine in the trunk of his car. He said it was for personal use. And knowing Sneaky Pete, it just might have been. But the state bar association doesn’t look kindly on lawyers who moonlight in drug trafficking. Pete made a deal with the DA to feed information on some of his clients. In exchange, the charges against him were dropped. Let’s just say that ethics aren’t on Pete’s list of redeeming qualities.
    “I’m sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?” I say.
    “No, not at all. It’s always a pleasure to see you, Agent Fox.” Pete grins. His lecherous eyes fall over my curves. He’d definitely like to get me on my knees. But that’s never going to happen. He’s a disgusting troll of a man. I feel like I need to take a shower after stepping into this office—just to wash the slime off.
    “Vic Falco’s dead.”
    “Tragic.”
    “Know anything about it?”
    “Seems you know more than I do,” Pete says with a smug grin.
    “Who