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vic.”
    “You talk to her yet?”
    “I just got back from interviewing her. We reached a standstill when Roche and Teschler’s ex-wife showed up. The ex is Asian, Leong Tuan, and she and Roche both own a substantial interest in the company.”
    “Wow. You think one of them did him in so they could take over?” she asked.
    “They were both in New York when it happened, so unless they hired out the job, no, I don’t think so. I’m still checking their financials, but it looks like neither of them needed money. Roche’s ex-wife, Gemma Rosenthal, and Teschler were close; she’s insisting it couldn’t have been an accident.”
    “Maybe someone got greedy.” Tasha picked up a file from his desk and began fanning herself with it.
    “Possible. But it was probably an accident.”
    “What’s the latest on the cum case?” Tasha asked.
    Haymaker cringed. “I wish you wouldn’t call it that. Bad enough everyone else does. There’s nothing new on it since you left. Maybe if I can get a thread going on the explosion, find a reason someone wanted to get rid of Teschler, then that one will fall by the wayside. It’s not like anything was taken from the houses. Someone just screwed in their beds.”
    “It’s still trespassing, illegal entry. And creepy. I wouldn’t want someone having sex in my bed while I was gone.” Tasha rubbed her sizable belly. “It reminds me of those Manson followers, crawling through people’s houses when they were sleeping.” She shivered in disgust.
    “Well, no one was home in any of those houses. I still don’t think there’s anything to it but teenagers getting their kicks.”
    “It seemed like we talked to every teenager in town. No one knew anything about it,” she argued. “Or it was some of those creepers, and none of the other kids want to rat them out.”
    “Could be, but nothing was taken. The creeping thing requires the kids to take something with them as proof they got in.” He sighed. “There’s not much more we can do unless someone comes forward with information we can use. The case is too minor to submit DNA and there’s no urgency to solve a break-in without a robbery or bodily injury.”
    “I guess you could call it vandalism. They did dirty the sheets.” She strained, lifting her bulky shape out of the chair. “I’m out of here.”
    Brian woke up his iPad, intending to finish his report, then heard a splash behind him.
    “Oh, crap! Not here.”
    Tasha’s voice.
    Brian turned to see Tasha standing twelve feet from his desk in a puddle of water. He was the oldest of five kids. He knew what it meant; her labor had started, and she might not make it to the hospital.
     
    When Jon returned with JR, the boy couldn’t keep his eyes open. TJ lifted him out of the baby carrier Jon wore and carried him to his crib.
    “How’d your day go?” she asked when she returned.
    “Nice. We went to the park, popped in to see my folks, and on our way here we stopped by the site of the explosion.”
    “You took him out in that shitty air?”
    Jon pointed meaningfully to the cuss-words piggy bank that sat on a shelf over the sink. Richard had bought the pig for TJ in an effort to encourage her to clean up her language now that she had an impressionable child in the house. Jon said, “The air wasn’t too bad. We were only there for about ten minutes while I took photos of your friend’s yard and house to get her claim started. I made a few calls this morning and got her case switched to my office.” He offered TJ the piggy bank.
    “Shit ain’t a swear word.”
    “Maybe not, but would you want that to be your son’s first word?”
    “He’s sleepin’.” She opened her purse and inserted a quarter into the pig’s round back. “Ms. Rosenthal’s not my friend; I hardly know the woman. Did you talk to her?”
    “She came out when she saw me taking pictures. She really liked JR.”
    “What’d you think of her?” TJ asked.
    “There wasn’t much time to make a