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what she
recalled while he typed away. They agreed to meet the next morning
in her hotel lobby so she could sign the paperwork.
    The next
morning, Charles showed up right on time. S he signed and declared herself officially off the
hook.
    Her writing
kept her busy the following days. It had been a while since she had
written so intensely, and she loved every damn moment of
it.
    On the
following Sunday , Christopher got back
from his meetings, beaten and not up to his usual teasing. He
didn’t even bring up the motel episode. Since the quarter disaster
and the murder accusation, he had not been quite his usual
controlled self. Not with her, never with her. If anything, his
overprotective nonsense was worse than before. But the job seemed
to get to him now. She detected an underlying impatience in him
even if he denied it. As she had foreseen, he kept himself busy
with work.
    Ingrid
organised an impromptu cocktail party at her office staff the next
weekend. Hence, Patricia left on Thursday and did not get back
until late Monday. Then later that week, three homeless bums
discovered two bodies in an old warehouse. Since it looked like a
murder ritual, Christopher took the case himself, looking for a
distraction maybe. He brought in specialists and kept the entire
team even busier.
    Maybe she
needed t ime apart from him without her
taking off or breaking up with him? Just damn quality time apart to
concentrate on her writing. With her serial killer book character
now under arrest, her PI woman-slash-cop story was coming along
nicely.

PI Unlimited: The
Job
    T he smell was
nauseating. The stiff must have been soaking for a while; a couple
of days at least, Jeremy guessed. Surprisingly, for there was so
much of it, the blood barely covered the body to the waist. Maybe
it was deceptive; maybe the dead guy had very skinny
legs.
    The flies were fucking annoying. The
last week had been unseasonably warm. Lucky for the stiff for no
one might not have found him until spring if not for the stink.
Unlucky for Je, though, for he had to wait until the tech guys had
done their things before he could open a window. He had already
made a quick survey of the place, a more thorough search would
follow the tech job.
    Procedures clearly stated that the
homicide investigation team had to wait for the forensic team to
declare the dead a homicide before he could take over the scene.
Forensic or not, when his team got called, it was usually obvious.
This one sure was pretty fucking ‘obvious’ since multiple stab
wounds deep enough for the blood to ooze out crisscrossed the
stiff’s body. That the stiff sat in the bathtub only made the
murder cleaner. Even if both wrists had been slit, no way could
this be suicide. With the wrists plus the chest plus the femoral
arteries, no way could this be accidental.
    Was there water in the tub mixed with
the blood? Forensic will tell although, from the smell, colour and
thickness of the broth, Je doubt it. Which wound had the killer
made first? Had the victim fought back? When had this taken place?
Forensic.
    In this instance, the how of the kill was evident; his job
was about the who and the why . Who had done the guy in and why.
Je would settle for just the who ,
the why being, from the look of
things: crazy and angry. What else made one stab someone repeatedly
until the blood all but emptied out.
    He didn’t mind so much the crazy and
angry, all part of the job. The smell and look of the crime scene
didn’t bother him either. He was not very sensitive, never had
been. Climbing the stairs to the stiff’s place, he had crossed a
rookie green as can be running down. He didn’t have that problem.
He had other problems, though. Parts of his team he needed to sack.
And elements in Central he was pissed at. And an element, just one,
in his personal life he wanted to add.
    Almost two months after and he still
couldn’t forget the woman. Damn woman. He had tried to track her
down. She had given him a fake name,