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identifying the victims—and, by extension, the shooter. He also knew he should return it to the floor mat where he’d found it. But as the sound of approaching sirens filled his ears, he stuffed it into his jacket pocket and closed the car door.
    A moment later, he stepped outside to greet his colleagues.

Chapter Three
    “Let’s go through it one more time,” Kate said.
    Rafe balked. “Seriously?”
    They were standing outside the auto repair shop. The roll doors had all been raised, the garage overheads lighting the yard as a flurry of crime scene techs moved in and out of the building.
    “Look, Rafe, I know it’s late, I know your shift is almost over, but if this is a mob hit, things could get sticky. I want to make sure all our bases are covered.”
    Rafe hadn’t been surprised when his big sister, Kate, showed up at the scene. She was the Homicide Squad’s best investigator, specializing in organized crime, and anything that smacked of a professional hit was usually passed off to her. She took her job very seriously and had the tenaciousness of a bulldog. She also got results and was the envy of every investigator on the squad.
    Growing up in Kate’s shadow had not been easy for Rafe. Ever since he’d graduated from college and had joined the department, he had been trying to live up to her reputation. He had put in extra hours, volunteered for event work, even worked the holidays no one else wanted to—all in hopes that he could make just the fraction of the impression that his sister had made. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to have taken notice of these sacrifices.
    Including Kate.
    “I don’t care about working a little overtime,” he told her. “I’m here for the duration.”
    It wasn’t as if he could go anywhere anyway. His cruiser was being towed to the police garage as they spoke and he’d have to hitch a ride with one of the other deputies to get back to the station. He was bound to be here at least another hour.
    “Good,” Kate said. “So let’s go through it again.”
    Rafe sighed. “As I said, I got the call out at about 0300 hours, give or take. Dispatch’ll have the exact time.”
    “And no ID on the caller, right?”
    “Right,” Rafe said. “Although he said his apartment overlooks the lot.”
    Kate turned to her partner, a burly guy named Eberhart who stood nearby. Rafe got the feeling the guy had always regarded him as an irritant, and the feeling was mutual.
    She signaled to him. “Charlie, get a canvass going on the apartment building. We need eyes on this thing.”
    Eberhart smirked. “Maybe your little bro here would like to volunteer. He’s gotta be good for something.”
    Kate frowned. “Just get it started, all right?”
    Eberhart gave her a salute. “Your wish is my command, O Great Leader.” Then he turned and called to a couple of deputies who were huddled near their cruisers. “Look alive, knuckleheads, you’ve just been recruited.”
    The guy was a jackass.
    When he was gone, Kate returned her attention to Rafe. “Okay, so you responded to the call and arrived at approximately what time?”
    “About 3:10. The place was dark, so I notified dispatch and decided to take a look around.”
    “Did you request backup?”
    “We didn’t even know for sure that shots had actually been fired at that point, so I didn’t think backup was necessary.”
    Karen gave him a stony look. “And as a consequence, you almost got your rear end shot off and the suspect got away.”
    Rafe felt his cheeks go red. As a big sister, Kate had never been much of a nurturer, and it was just like her to point out any mistakes he may have made.
    He frowned at her and said, “Are you going to bust my chops or let me talk?”
    “Go on.”
    “When I got close to the building, I saw the door was ajar—”
    “And you still didn’t call for backup?”
    Rafe sighed. “What exactly are you investigating here? Me or the murders? I told dispatch what I was doing every step of the way.