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homicide?”
    “Raziq’s daughters.”
    “Was it another mail bomb? The first one was a dud—planned that way. A warning. Our profile said this guy would escalate. But Raziq declined protective custody.” That explained the Postal Service’s involvement: investigating and profiling letter bombers was their territory.
    “No. Not a mail bomb. Raziq refused to talk to the local police and I haven’t interviewed him yet.”
    Jenna grunted. “He won’t talk to you. Maybe Walden if he’s with you. Guy doesn’t trust women. Or local cops. Will only deal with David Haddad.”
    “We haven’t reached Haddad yet. He’s the case agent?”
    “No. He’s a victim. Both he and Raziq have been getting threats via the mail as well as Internet. We’ve chased leads from Afghanistan to Iran to China. Between the two of them, they have a lot of enemies overseas. Still not sure who’s behind them, but I’m narrowing things down.” She said the last on a superior note as if waiting for Lucy to congratulate her investigative brilliance. Typical Jenna.
    “Haddad’s working the case and he’s the victim?” Lucy put the phone on speaker as she and Walden headed through the dining room to the front door.  
    “The threats are my case, my jurisdiction, but Raziq is David Haddad’s pet project. Guy’s providing DEA with tons of info, bringing down smuggling routes across Asia and the Mid East. Besides, you know the DEA. Bunch of hotshot control freaks. I’m lucky David shares anything with me on my own freakin’ case.”
    Lucy really didn’t care about the complexities of interdepartmental cooperation as long as they pointed a finger to the animals who’d butchered two young girls.  
    Leaning against the door, she slipped her shoe covers off, her gaze once again caught by the small bloody handprint. “You’d better get over here. Bring everything you have.”
    She expected Jenna to balk. But even Jenna knew the murders of two innocent girls took priority over the Postal Service case. “I’m on my way.”
    Lucy hung up. “I think it’s time I met Mr. Raziq.”
     
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    Jenna Galloway threw her cellphone to the kitchen countertop of her Regent Square loft. Damn, she’d just walked in the door from work and had plans for this evening. Didn’t Saint Lucy know it was a Friday night? There were drinks to be drunk, men to be fucked. Not necessarily in that order.
    Swearing under her breath, she glanced around the wide-open living space of the brick-walled loft. She was tempted to keep Saint Lucy waiting. After all, the woman had gotten Jenna kicked off her squad with that rigged psych eval, then had the gall to call and order Jenna to do her bidding, like Jenna was some kind of peon. Never asked, Hey, how you doing after that psycho-bitch Morgan Ames almost killed you? Never apologized for dragging Jenna into that damned case in the first place.
    Just, get your butt over here.
    But two girls. Dead. She’d seen their picture when she visited the Raziq household last week. Cute kids. She’d warned David and Raziq. Arrogant prick—Raziq, not David. David was okay, just sometimes not as with it as she’d like. No wonder the DEA had him on babysitting duty.
    She put her coat back on and re-pocketed her phone. It rang again just as she was grabbing her bag with her laptop inside. The caller ID read: Lucy Guardino. “I said I was on my way.”
    A young woman’s voice answered. “Sure you don’t want a drink first? I left one out for you—it’s on your dresser beside your lipstick. Too bad you won’t have a chance to wear the outfit I picked out. I made sure it was easy on, easy off.”
    “Morgan.” Jenna bit back expletives along with the urge to hurl the phone against the living room’s exposed brick wall. The bitch was always spoofing familiar numbers to get Jenna to pick up at all hours of the day and night. Last night it’d been a call at three-thirty in the morning, supposedly from Jenna’s