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and see if Lynn Lyon volunteered at any of them.”
    Kylie and I have similar instincts, and we’re usually in sync when we question someone. I was pretty sure I was right on this one, but this time her anger at Spence spilled over, and she took it out on Lyon.
    “Fine with me,” I said. “You want to call the other hospitals?”
    “Absolutely. Police work is my passion, Zach, and my soul could use a little redeeming,” she said. “Also, I try to never miss out on an opportunity to prove I’m smarter than you.”

CHAPTER 12
    Until last night, the most expensive thing in Teddy Ryder’s tiny two-room apartment on the Lower East Side was a JVC TV he bought for two hundred bucks on Overstock.com. It was now outshined by the emerald and diamond necklace sitting on his coffee table.
    Teddy hadn’t slept since the robbery. The guns had just been there to make a point. Nobody was supposed to get killed. His partner, Raymond Davis, had pulled the trigger, but he swore up and down that it wasn’t his fault. He blamed it all on the guy in the back of the limo who had grabbed for the gun. Then Raymond had stretched out on the bed and slept like a brick till seven that morning.
    Now Raymond was out trying to renegotiate the deal with Jeremy.
    “Fifty thousand is bullshit,” Raymond had said once they’d watched the news and found out the necklace was worth eight million. “We’re upping the price to half a mil.”
    It was late afternoon by the time Raymond finally got back from his meeting with Jeremy. One look at his face, and Teddy could tell that the negotiations had gone down the toilet.
    “Jeremy is an asshole,” Raymond said.
    “How much did you get?” Teddy asked.
    “More than the original deal, but less than I was hoping for.”
    “How much?”
    “Ninety thou.”
    “Apiece?”
    “No. Ninety for the whole enchilada.”
    “Is he crazy?” Teddy said. “We’re not asking for cigarette and beer money. We need enough so we can disappear.”
    “Don’t you think I said that already?”
    “Well, then go back and tell him we know how much the necklace is worth, and if he doesn’t give us fair market value, we’ll find a buyer who will.”
    “Yeah, I said that too. He laughed in my face. Told me the dead actress makes it too hot to handle.” Raymond took the necklace from the coffee table and held it up to the light. “He’s right. I asked around. Nobody will touch it.”
    Teddy could taste the panic welling up in his throat. His heart was racing, and he wanted to scream “The dead actress was your fault,” but he was having too much trouble breathing to waste his breath on Raymond.
    He lowered his body to the armchair he’d salvaged from a curb after he’d done his last stretch at Rikers. “So now what do we do?” he asked.
    “I’ve got it all worked out,” Raymond said. “Jeremy is coming over tonight. We pack up, give him the necklace, and leave for Mexico as soon as we get the money.”
    “I’m not going anywhere till I say good-bye to my mom,” Teddy said. “As soon as I get my share, I’m going to go over to her place, spend the night, and ask her to make me a stack of cottage cheese pancakes for breakfast.”
    “And how much will that cost you, Teddy boy? Five grand? Ten? How big a chunk will you be giving Mommy?”
    “What I give her is none of your business.”
    “It’s my business if we go to Mexico, and I’ve got forty-five thousand dollars, and all you’ve got is a belly full of cottage cheese pancakes. I’m not supporting you, Teddy. Or your mother.”
    “Don’t worry about me,” Teddy said. “What time did Jeremy say he’d be here?”
    Raymond shrugged. “He didn’t give me a time. He just said tonight. Wake me when he gets here. I’m going to take a nap.”

CHAPTER 13
    I was at my computer when a message from Kylie popped up on the screen.
    I have an update on the Happy Homemaker. Stop by my office if you want to hear more.
    Kylie loves to be right. She loves