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where victims have been dressed and posed.” She glanced up at the still shot of our victim on the overhead monitor. “But nothing comes close to this.”
    “We’re trying to find an expert on the Day of the Dead celebrations,” Molly added. “They might be able to offer some insight into our suspect’s motivation.”
    “Why don’t you just go out and find an expert on crazy,” Darby said.
    Selfie ignored him, telling us, “I just got a text from Brie. The autopsy is scheduled for four this afternoon. She’s expecting that you all will be there.”
    “What about…” Oz checked the reports in front of him, “…this Gooseberry guy? Did anyone talk to him about the shootout and ask him what he knows about the girl’s murder? We’ve also got the issue of him being a suspect in his manager’s death.”
    Darby shook his head. “Harry Gooseberry was getting the lead out—as in cut out of his hairy fat ass—he should be in recovery today.”
    “Then let’s get with him before he’s booked, see what we can get out of him.”
    “There’s a problem with that,” Leo said. “I talked to SID a little while ago. Gooseberry’s gun was found on the ground near his car. It had been discharged, but it was a thirty-eight. Brie dug a couple of rounds out of our dead rappers during her preliminary assessment. They were nine-millimeter.”
    “That means there was somebody else at the scene who did the shootings and got away,” Buck said.
    Darby looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “We’re supposed to believe somebody snuck up on the two victims, shot them, and then scurried off into the darkness like a rat before we got there. Maybe it was the bogie man and he then went over and whacked the dead girl and painted her face while nobody was looking.”
    I was exhausted and had enough of his nonsense. “Do you practice being an asshole, or does it just come naturally?”
    Darby’s perpetual smirk remained on his pudgy face. “Do you practice sticking up for your boyfriend, or does it just come naturally?”
    Bernie came up to his feet as I raised my voice. “You watch your big mouth…”
    “Stop.” Oz said, raising his own voice and his hand. “This bickering stops now. We leave anything personal out of these discussions and work this case.” His gaze moved around the room as we all fell silent.
    After a moment, Leo broke the silence. “We can ask Brie about…” he checked his notes, “…the two rappers that were killed—Jerry Duncan and Marvin Hanks—maybe she’ll give us something more to go on.”
    “What do we know about their background?” I asked Selfie and Molly.
    “They were both just wannabe rappers, working a few clubs here and there,” Selfie said. “Hanks did some joint time for robbery, out just over two years now. Duncan’s got priors for assault and some drug beefs. They both had reputations as small time dealers. That’s about it.”
    “Let’s follow up with their family and friends,” Oz said. He looked at Leo and me. “Let’s also see if we can nail down the source of the video on our victim. If SID was involved in sending it to the paparazzi website, I want whoever did it fired and prosecuted.”
    Leo stayed behind to chat with Oz for a couple of minutes after our meeting ended. I was back at my desk, pushing paperwork around, when I looked up and saw Buck was standing there. I regarded him for a moment, wondering how it was possible to look that good with almost no sleep.
    “Sorry about what my partner said,” Buck said. “I intend to get the point across to him that any discussion about the two of us is off limits.”
    I brushed a hand through my hair, thinking I probably looked as bad as I felt. “How are you going to do that, stick a bar of soap in his big mouth?”
    He smiled. “Or maybe somewhere just as ugly.”
    I laughed, thinking about how Buck and Hollywood were about as far apart as you can get.
    His smile grew wider. “How ‘bout a drink after