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organ was placed in a
specific place. I don’t recall that being mentioned in Megan’s book.”
    “Shit, you sure? I don’t remember that. You have it in
your notes, Coop?”
    “I don’t have my notes. They’ve conveniently
disappeared.”
    “Damn, you never told me that. Is that where Megan got
her information from?”
    “I’ve suspected she might have taken the notebook or
at least read it and taken her own notes. But there were a few things I jotted
down in my notes that she never mentioned. The more I think about it, the more
I’m convinced she never saw my notebook. She must have gotten her information
from someone else. I find her informant and I’m cleared.”
    “I get your point. Let’s hurry up and get out of here,
it’s giving me the creeps.”
    Cooper couldn’t help noticing his partner seemed
uncharacteristically shaken by this repeat crime scene. Maybe it brought back
too many memories of him sliding on the floor and falling into the tub with
Lisa Helm’s organs. “Listen, I’ll finish up in here. Go ahead and check out the
bedroom.”
    “You got it.”
    After Josh’s quick retreat, Cooper stood still and
observed everything around him. The sink was covered in blood. The toilet cover
was once again propped up. Dropping the lid, Cooper was surprised to find a
full hand print in blood. He’d forgotten all about that. Was the handprint in
the pictures from the first case? He didn’t remember seeing it. They would have
run prints, it might not have been in the database or there might not have been
a match … but they would have run prints. Again, he just couldn’t remember the
results. Did they ever follow-up on it? There was no doubt he had jotted the
bloody print down in his notes. Yet, this was another important piece of
evidence Megan hadn’t put in her book.
    Using his pen, Cooper lifted the lid back into its
original position. Glancing down, a pair of eyeballs floated in the blue water.
“So, you’re watching our asses, are you?” Cooper hated this psychopathic shit.
He’d always had a knack for understanding or at least guessing the bizarre
meanings.
    “Find anything?” Josh asked from the doorway.
    “Same shit, different case. Anything in the bedroom?”
    “Clean as a whistle. But, I’ll bet if we check the
sheets of the immaculately made bed we’ll find he had sex with her before and
after he killed her.”
    “We’ll have it checked out. I hate to bring it up,
Josh, but when you slipped in here last time, didn’t you step on an eyeball?”
    “Don’t remind me. Worst experience of my life. Got
plenty of attention, but not the kind I wanted. This case was the beginning of
our climb to the big cases. You think that has anything to do what’s going on?”
    Cooper followed Josh down the hallway, back toward the
living room. “Guess you could say this was the beginning of our climb. But we
earned our promotions.”
    “All I’m saying is this was our first big case. I knew
I’d make a great investigator. I took a lot of shit from the guys at school.
Then we solved this case … my first big case … it showed them what I’m made of.
I’m sure they were piss green with envy.”
    “No doubt you’re right. I just wish we could have
proved ourselves on a less tragic case. And I’m not completely convinced we
locked up the right guy.”
    “Stop talking that shit again. We wouldn’t be where we
are right now if it hadn’t been for this case and I’m convinced Clarence
Stevenson is the right guy. We solve this case a second time and we’ll both
probably make captain.”
    “Don’t be so sure. I’m afraid this entire fiasco is
going to prove we were wrong the first time.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “You just might be right, Reynolds.”
    Cooper shot Dallas Fortune a surprised glance. “I’ve
been expecting you, Ms. Fortune.”
    “Dallas.
Is the crime scene the same? Well?”
    Cooper suddenly realized he’d been studying how the
double-breasted jacket hugged her ample