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backed up in Wesley’s throat.
    “You okay?” Coop said, then covered the body. “Didn’t
    mean to shake you up. I thought you were immune to this
    by now.”
    “I’m okay,” Wesley said. “Just out of practice, I guess.” He
    wiped at his eyes and nose. “I was wondering if I could
    come back to work with you.”
    Coop pul ed off his gloves. “I don’t know if that’s a good
    idea.”
    “Come on, Coop. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t screw up
    again.”
    “I already have another guy working with me. Abrams’s
    nephew.”
    “Is he as good as I am?”
    Coop frowned. “No.”
    Wes smiled. “There you go. I’m good at this—you said so
    yourself.”
    Coop shook his head, but Wesley could tel he was
    wavering.
    “Wil you give me another chance? I could really use the
    cash to pay on my court fee.”
    “Carlotta told me you got a job as a bike courier.”
    His cover for working with Mouse and The Carver. “Uh,
    yeah. But it’s only part-time. I need something in the
    evenings, and I know that’s when you’re busiest.”
    Coop pressed his mouth together, then sighed. “Okay, I’l
    give you another chance.”
    Wes grinned in relief. “Great. You won’t regret it.”
    “I doubt that,” Coop said, then began to store trays of
    slides. “Beat it, I gotta get out of here.”
    “Any chance I could get you to drop me at the police
    station?”
    “You in trouble again?”
    “Nah, I just need to talk to Jack about something. No big
    deal.”
    “Okay, let me finish up here.”
    “What can I do to help?” Wes hurried to fol ow Coop’s
    directions to get the lab back in order. It was the best he’d
    felt all day. Knowing he was going to work with Coop again
    gave him something to look forward to.
    Now that he and Meg Vincent were on the outs.
    Not that they’d ever been on the ins…or anything. His
    coworker just liked messing with his head.
    He used a paper towel to remove the Vicks ointment, then
    fol owed Coop to his van, hoping he didn’t look as shaky as
    he felt. He needed another hit, but he wasn’t going to risk
    it around Coop.
    The interior of Coop’s van was cluttered, which was
    unusual. Paper coffee cups and crumpled napkins littered
    the console, as well as several parking receipts from
    Piedmont Hospital. That was strange. When Coop made
    pickups from the hospital morgue, he pul ed the van
    around to the rear loading entrance. There were no
    parking receipts involved.
    “So how’s the community service going?” Coop asked
    when they got underway.
    “At ASS?” Atlanta Systems Services. “Fine, I guess. I was off
    today because they’re doing some construction in the
    building.” Maybe Meg would miss him, the little tease.
    “And your probation meetings?”
    “Fine.” Except for the fact that, unbeknownst to his
    probation officer, her boyfriend was a thug who had it in
    for him.
    Coop shifted in his seat. “How’s Carlotta?”
    Wes grinned. “What took you so long? She’s okay. Did you
    hear that lunatic Michael Lane, the one who tried to throw
    her over the balcony at the Fox Theater, has been living in
    our parents’ room and we didn’t even know it?”
    “What?”
    “Yeah, crazy stuff. They thought he was dead when he
    jumped off the bridge into the Hooch, but he must’ve
    survived. Dude sneaked into our place and he’s been living
    there ever since.”
    Coop inadvertently applied the brake. “Did he hurt
    Carlotta?”
    “No. That’s the kicker—he just did a few chores around
    the house, stole some money and took off. She found his
    clothes this afternoon and figured it all out.”
    “It must’ve been after the memorial service for the A.D.A. I
    saw her there and she didn’t mention it.”
    “Yeah, it was.”
    “Do they think Lane is The Charmed Kil er?”
    “I don’t know—maybe. She said that our entire house is a
    freaking crime scene.”
    “Where is she?”
    Wesley pressed his lips together. He knew Coop was crazy
    about his sister. And