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headquarters?”
    I touched my nose. “Got it in one.”
    “I told you already. You’re no longer employed there.”
    “Then I need to clean out my office, don’t I?”
    Lisa looked very dubious. “I suppose.”
    “So let’s roll.”
    “And you won’t cause any trouble?”
    “
Moi?
Wouldn’t dream of it.” I tucked in my shirt, wishing I still had a holster to strap on. “I’m finished with that sort of thing. From now on, I’m going to be amiable and even-tempered at all times. Positively serene.”
     
    “W
hat the hell did you think you were doing?”
    Lieutenant Barry Granger stared at me with a placid expression that in no way disguised the contempt I knew he felt for me. It was quite a change. I still remembered a time when his stares signaled thinly disguised lust, or later, stares of envy, and, more recently, pity. I probably liked this one best.
    “Clearing out the trash,” he explained, his feet propped up on my desk. “Making myself at home.”
    “In my office?”
    “Not anymore.”
    Incredible. In the space of one week O’Bannon had reassigned my office space. Actually, I could live with that, even understand it. But what I couldn’t understand was giving it to this pig Granger.
    “This is unacceptable,” I said. My emotions were also pretty undisguised.
    “O’Bannon needed a new detective.”
    “I was only gone a week. I’ve taken longer vacations.”
    “Not in the drunk tank.”
    I could feel my rage rising, and I really wanted to ream him in the worst way. But that would be playing into his hands. “Why would he promote you?”
    “I was next in line.”
    “I was still around.”
    “You were drunk on your ass.”
    “And even drunk on my ass I would be a better detective than you.”
    To his credit, Granger remained calm. “I don’t think Internal Affairs would agree.”
    “O’Bannon can’t afford to replace a seasoned-”
    “You don’t get it, do you?” Granger was a handsome man, which made him all the more difficult to bear. He had sandy hair and a sun-baked complexion. He wore a light stubble, which even I had to admit made him look damn sexy. How did men maintain a light stubble, anyway? At some point, don’t you have to shave or it turns into a beard? Do they make special razors with dullish blades for guys who look good with a little growth? “You’re a behaviorist. I’m a homicide specialist. It’s not that I’m replacing you. O’Bannon just needed someone he could depend on.”
    “Go to hell.”
    “And he can’t count on you any more than-” He stopped himself, the bastard. Apparently this line was too low even for him. “Than anyone could.”
    “How the hell would you know?”
    “I’ve seen what you’ve done to yourself. I’ve seen what you’ve turned into.”
    “There have been some extenuating circumstances, you son of a bitch. I lost my husband!”
    “And I lost my partner!” He lashed out, letting loose something I knew he’d been holding back a long time. “Did you forget that?”
    Granger had been David’s last partner. Granger wasn’t around when he died, but in a way, I think that made it worse. Sometimes cops carry this “my partner-my life” routine too far-the influence of excessive episodes of
T. J. Hooker.
But David and Granger had been close. Granger had genuinely loved David. And admired him. I knew that. But it didn’t make me like him. How dare he fling the loss of my own husband in my face to score points, as if somehow he had more right to grieve than I did?
    “I didn’t forget,” I said, pushing past him. “Where are my files?”
    “You don’t have any. They’ve all been reassigned.”
    I was reaching my limit. One more remark like that, and I knew I’d hit him. So much for my attempt to prove that I don’t have any more violent tendencies. “I’m talking to O’Bannon.”
    “He’s at the crime scene. Likely to be there all morning.”
    “What crime scene?”
    Granger squinted slightly.