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more closely by the second because no D.A. or attorney wants to go to court and endure another OJ fiasco, and thanks to CSI and a half-dozen TV shows, everyone thinks he or she is a DNA expert, including juries. I’d be crazy not to think about it.”
    “But you’re the driving force behind this lab.” Lewis never lost his dedication to science.
    He slumped in his chair. “I don’t know what drives me anymore.”
    I thought about turning on my television and seeing Lewis, with Ripper on his desk, discussing maggots and blowflies with visiting experts, or maybe leading a roundtable discussion on how to dismember a body. What was the world coming to?
    “Enough of my miserable existence. You read any of your mother’s letters yet?”
    I shook my head. “It feels creepy. I will, though.”
    “Want to grab some dinner tonight?”
    “Can’t. I’ve got to meet Joe and go over the Hopkins case with him. Want to join us?”
    “Sure.” He sighed.
    “You know, Lewis, you’re worse than a hound dog with those expressions. Unrequited love on you is ugly.”
    I stood and left his office, saying over my shoulder, “I’ll let you know where and when for dinner when Joe calls me.”
    I walked back to my desk and answered e-mail. Then I called up the schedule to see where I could squeeze extra hours from the criminalists and technicians I supervised to process more rape kits.
    About a half hour later, Ziggy came by with the mail. I’m not sure what Ziggy’s real name is. It could be Ziggy, I suppose. I just know he’s a major Bob Marley fan, and by attrition loves Ziggy Marley, too. At some point, with his dredlocks and faintly Caribbean accent, someone probably called him Ziggy and it stuck.
    He handed me five or six pieces of mail.
    “Thanks, Zig.”
    “When you gonna run away with me?”
    “Zig, you know I have a boyfriend.”
    “Yeah. My dumb luck.”
    “Give me a break. Your girlfriend is stunning. She puts the rest of us females to shame.”
    “Yeah…and Shiana believes my band is just one break short of superstardom. She’s a righteous lady.”
    “Yes, she is.” Actually, I’d heard Ziggy’s band, and Shiana was right. They were awesome.
    Ziggy left, and I opened my mail—several flyers from a publishing company advertising new texts in the science of DNA, genetic testing and crime-scene investigations. Most of the textbooks were twice as thick as dictionaries and cost hundreds of dollars. Lewis used them to keep the lid on Ripper’s tank.
    Then there was one with no return address. I turned it over in my hand, then turned it back to the front. I didn’t recognize the handwriting. “Ms. Billie McNamara Quinn.” How odd, I thought. I never used my middle name—actually my mother’s maiden name—because it was unwieldy, and people thought it was a married name and tended to hyphenate it.
    I opened the letter. Inside was a simple, typewritten piece of paper with the words:
I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HER
    Then my heart stopped as something fluttered to my desk. A tiny scrap of fabric. Lavender roses on it. A piece of the dress my mother was wearing when she disappeared.

Chapter 4
    “J esus Christ!” I stifled a scream, then instinctively looked around as if the person who sent me the letter was there somehow, watching me, seeing how freaked out I was. But of course no one was there.
    My hands shook, and I immediately put down the envelope and letter so that my fingerprints weren’t all over it. I buzzed Lewis on the phone. We have Caller ID, so he knew it was me.
    “Lewis LeBarge, resident genius speaking.”
    “I need you to come to my desk. This second.”
    “You all right?” His voice changed from playful to earnest.
    “Just come,” I managed to squeak.
    Lewis was at my desk in under a minute. In that time, I’d donned rubbed gloves. I showed him the letter and the fabric.
    “My mother’s dress,” I whispered.
    “Are you sure, Billie?”
    I nodded and looked up at him. I knew I had no