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do.”
    “You must have backgrounded Chaibongsai,” D.D. said, “before you ‘came out’ to him.”
    The fed nodded. “Nothing in his record or file to indicate he was anything other than a good cop. Retired well respected, with full bennies. No signs of gambling, drinking, no unexplained income in the bank account.”
    “He was a good man,” D.D. stated. “Biggest risk factor being his current movie consulting job, where he found himself working a project funded by a Russian crime boss and under investigation by a federal agent.”
    Joe wouldn’t look at her anymore. He stared at the dark sidewalk, nodded curtly.
    “Think he pressed Donnie?” D.D. asked. “Asked too many questions, pushed Don too far?”
    “I would think he would know better than to do that.”
    “Like you said, he was a patrol officer, not a trained investigator.”
    Joe glanced up at her. “Give patrol officers more credit for basic survival skills. Anyone can see Donnie’s losing it. Real question is: Why hasn’t Chernkoff dropped the hammer yet? Surely he’s gotta view Don as a weak link by now.”
    “Night’s young,” D.D. said. “Maybe the murder and mayhem is just beginning.” A new thought occurred to her. “Wait a minute, there’s at least one other person who must know you’re not a real actor—the casting director. Do you think before Chaibongsai talked to you, he talked to him . . . her?”
    “Her, Sally Clarkson,” Joe filled in. “But even she doesn’t know. One of the movie investors owed us a favor. He ‘encouraged’ Sally to hire me as the stand-in. There were three of us who were prepared for the undercover gig, but once we saw who they cast as the lead actor, I was the best physical match for the stand-in position, so I got the job.”
    “You think you’re clean?” D.D. pressed. “Only one who knows your ‘real identity’ was Chaibongsai? Never had the sense of anyone on set paying special attention to you, seeming to watch your every move, maybe rifle through your things?”
    “I left my fed creds at home,” Joe informed her dryly. “Hey, I know how to do my job.”
    “Fine. So how many weeks later, what have you got to show for it?”
    She gave him a skeptical look. He glared at her right back.
    “Look, maybe I haven’t had a major break, but there haven’t been any issues, either. I mean, not before tonight, and well, the discovery of Chaibongsai’s body. Shit.” Joe suddenly raked his hand through his hair. “This is getting out of hand. Whatever’s going on, with the funding, laundering, Donnie Bilger. If this is step one, it’s only going to get worse.”
    “Time to rattle the cage,” D.D. declared.
    “What cage?”
    “Donnie’s, of course.”
    “How? With what? We still don’t know anything.”
    “Ah, but I know someone who knows something.” D.D. whipped out her cell phone. It was three minutes after nine. Meaning Alex was done teaching his class and ready to head to Mattapan.
    “What do you know about blood spatter?” she asked federal agent Joe Thieriault.
    “Nothing.”
    “Then wait till you meet the father of my child. You’re gonna love him. Better yet, by the time he’s done with Donnie Bilger, our producer friend won’t just talk, he’ll sing. Which gives us about twenty minutes to prepare for the show.”

For those who like to plan ahead, it’s always good to establish an alibi. I have two suggestions:
    First, place a call right before approaching the target victim. You can choose a friend or family member, but a business relationship or associate will have more credibility when testifying later on the witness stand. Of course you’re calling from your cell phone, and you’ll want to keep the conversation brief to make it difficult to later pinpoint the geographic location of the call. Your goal is to establish tone of voice. You want to sound crisp, calm, controlled. Just another morning, afternoon, evening. That way, later, the associate can testify