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speaker?”
    â€œYes. I’m Kincaid’s class supervisor; unless there’s a reason this needs to remain confidential, I’ll be in the loop.”
    â€œUnderstood,” Suzanne said. “Lucy?”
    â€œHi, Suzanne.”
    â€œI’ll cut to the chase. Have you been contacted by a true crime writer, Rosemary Weber? She’s writing a book about the Cinderella Strangler case.”
    Lucy’s chest tightened. She remembered the conversation she’d had with Weber, and it wasn’t one of her finer moments. She’d never told anyone to go to Hell before.
    â€œYes. It was the Friday before I reported here.”
    â€œWhat did she call about?”
    â€œThe Cinderella Strangler investigation. She told me you were cooperating.”
    When Weber said that Suzanne had already talked to her Lucy had been at first stunned, then angry, then deeply sad.
    â€œShe said that? No way was I cooperating.”
    Lucy thought back to the conversation. “She strongly implied it. I assumed that’s where she got my name.”
    â€œI guarantee, Lucy, I did not give her your name. I met with her as directed by my boss and listened to her proposal, but offered no information.”
    Lucy was both relieved and upset with herself for being manipulated by Weber. “I should have called you. But I didn’t tell her anything about the case.”
    Kean interrupted. “Agent Madeaux, what was so urgent that you couldn’t speak with Kincaid later?”
    â€œShe’s been murdered. Last night, in Queens.”
    Weber had been killed? Before Lucy could ask any questions, Suzanne continued.
    â€œNYPD thinks there may be a connection between whatever project Weber was working on and her death. I’m creating a time line, and because Kincaid’s name was in her notes, I needed to know if and when she spoke to her. Lucy, what was she fishing for?”
    â€œShe wanted to interview me about my involvement with the case. I said I had no involvement, and that’s when she said she’d been talking to you and NYPD.”
    â€œI wish you’d called me.”
    â€œI’m sorry I didn’t,” Lucy said. “She was very pushy. I cut her off, and eventually had to hang up on her. I blocked her calls after that.”
    â€œDid Sean talk to her?”
    â€œHe didn’t tell me if he did.” She didn’t think so—Lucy had told him about the conversation; he would have said something to her.
    Kean said, “Kincaid, as Agent Madeaux knows, special agents are not allowed to speak to reporters of any stripe without prior permission from a superior. You should have reported the conversation to me when you arrived.”
    Before Lucy could comment Suzanne said, “Weber has published three books, all related to federal investigations, and there are interviews with multiple agents in her files. There’s a few at Quantico now, and I’ll be contacting them if the investigation seems to be pointing at her work as a motivation for the killer.”
    Kean reapplied her lip gloss, though she didn’t need it. “I suggest then that you speak to Assistant Director Hans Vigo, our liaison with national headquarters.”
    Suzanne said, “The doc got a promotion? Cool.”
    Lucy smiled, reminded that Suzanne was both smart and outspoken. After a rocky beginning, Lucy had grown to like the seasoned agent and secretly hoped they could work together in the future. Lucy was relieved that Suzanne hadn’t discussed her, professionally or personally, with the reporter.
    Kean cleared her throat and gave Lucy a disapproving look.
    â€œDo you need anything else from me?” Lucy asked Suzanne over the speaker.
    â€œI’ll let you know if I do. Ciao.” She hung up.
    Kean said, “Don’t let Agent Madeaux’s investigation cloud your focus, Kincaid.”
    â€œI won’t, ma’am. May I go back to PT?”
    Kean