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board. They noted the
similarities. All of the victims were slightly over six feet tall
weighing in at 190 to 200 pounds, and they all sported thick, dark
brown hair. Spinelli wasn’t sure if any this meant anything, but it
was all they had to go on at the moment. Marsh had been unable to
turn up any other commonalities between Mike Carter and Tony Rosso
based upon their contact lists, financials, and computer records.
Maybe something would turn up when he cross-referenced their
information with that of Chad Williams, their third and hopefully
last dead cupid.
    Spinelli’s cell phone hummed. He pulled it
from its holder and glanced at the display. Shannon’s sparkling
gaze stared back at him. He sent the call to voicemail. He caught
Walker looking at the display as well.
    “Not taking that?” Walker asked.
    “It can wait,” Spinelli said as he placed the
phone back in its holder. He wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. He
needed to get his thoughts in order before he confronted her, but
the cupid case prevented him from doing so. Maybe he’d never be
ready to talk to her. He shook his head. Freaking women.
    Spinelli shifted his gaze to Marsh. “Tell me
about Cupid.”
    Marsh shot him a frown. “What?”
    “Cupid, in general, what’s the deal with this
cupid character? You know, historically. Maybe we can find some
sort of connection there.”
    “How the hell should I know?” Marsh
questioned.
    “You always seem to know this kind of useless
information.”
    “Cupid is the son of Venus, the goddess of
love, but I wouldn’t expect someone like you to know anything about
that,” Bethany’s shrill voice sounded behind Spinelli.
    A chill raced down Spinelli’s spine. His body
tensed. What was she doing up here? He dreaded having to face her.
She hated him with a passion. He never meant to hurt her, but it
just wasn’t there for him. Spinelli spun on his heel,
“Bethany.”
    “Detective,” she responded in a tone so cold
dry ice would have warmed it.
    He caught the glances exchanged between
Walker and Marsh. He suspected that they probably wanted to
disappear as well.
    Bethany pressed on. “Supposedly, a person who
is shot by cupid’s golden arrow is filled with uncontrollable
desire. I doubt that even cupid’s arrow could penetrate your
exterior.”
    Marsh chuckled.
    Her angry gaze shifted to him. “What in the
hell are you laughing at, Marsh? You’re no better,” Bethany
snapped.
    He pinched his lips together.
    God, she’s bitter. “Bethany, what can
we do for you?” Spinelli asked in the softest voice he could
muster.
    She glared at him. “Nothing. I just thought
you might want to know that Chad Williams was poisoned in the same
manner as Carter and Rosso. All three ingested cyanide.”
    “How do you think the killer did it? Did he
slip into a drink or something?” Walker asked.
    Bethany shrugged. “Could have I suppose, or
perhaps it was something they ate. All their blood alcohol levels
came back negative.”
    Bethany stepped closer to the crime board and
studied the photos. There were several photos of the dead bodies
and one each of the men prior to their deaths. She glanced over her
shoulder at the three detectives. “Have you guys noticed anything
odd about your three victims?”
    They all edged closer to the board. “What do
you mean?” Walker asked.
    She smirked. “They all look like Spinelli.”
She fixed her gaze on Spinelli. “Hmm. I wonder if that means
anything. Might make for an interesting Valentine’s Day for you.
What kind of company have you been keeping?” Bethany questioned
with a smirk just before she sauntered off.
    Spinelli eyed the photos more closely. What in the hell was Bethany talking about? “Do I really
look like them?”
    “Sort of, I guess,” Marsh responded. “Maybe I
should cross-reference some of your lady friends with theirs.”
    “What?”
    “Well, look how pissed Bethany is. Maybe
we’ve got a scorned woman on our hands. Maybe she’s trying to