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lifeless on the ground. The coroner was standing over her, making notes. Mark looked right through me when he saw me. The area was covered in press and cops. The Plaza was having to reroute guests, as the body was outside their door by the Pulitzer Fountain.
    Mark turned his back to me and began shouting orders as I walked closer to the scene. I had never been to a crime scene before, but I had an idea of what transpired. Most of the time, the Assistant District Attorneys didn’t go to crime scenes, but this was a different kind of case and they wanted to make sure everything was done to the letter of the law. Once we caught the killer, we were never going to let him walk on a technicality.
    I came up on the blue police barriers and flashed my A.D.A. badge to get through. I was thankful I had taken the time to change into a pair of skinny jeans and my white button-down. Adding to my look was a pair of white heels. My appearance was just as  it should be, and I was hopeful that tomorrow’s headlines would not read Mafia princess visits crime scene or something even worse.
    “Go home, Brook.” Mark glared at me as he spoke softly. I nearly missed how irritated he looked because of the tone of his voice.
    “I need to see what I am dealing with.” I wasn’t talking to him as a friend or someone he cared for. I was speaking to him as a prosecutor.
    “Two hours ago, you were drinking margaritas. I cannot have you here inebriated,” Mark replied.
    “Give me a breathalyzer. If I fail, you can book me with public intoxication. If not, step aside and let me do my job.” 
    I tried looking around Mark, but his football player build made it hard to look past him without being obvious. I held my footing and stared back at him. He was used to being in charge at crime scenes, but here and now it was my job to make sure he did his job correctly.
    “Do not leave my side, Brook. You step away from me, and I will drag you home and spank your ass for not listening. Once the scene is cleared, I will escort you home.” He took my elbow in his hand, and slowly walked me toward the coroner.
    They had taken the time to cover the body since my arrival, but they made no attempt to move her. I watched as the crime scene personnel looked over every inch of the surrounding area.
    I later saw two FBI agents in the distance taking pictures with their cell phones from behind the barriers. I recognized them immediately. I tugged on Mark and began to walk toward them. Mark altered his course and came along with me.
    “What are you two doing here?” I asked angrily.
    They had always snooped around my family. One of these men was maybe five-foot-ten, and appeared to be in his late forties, with gray hair and glasses. His name was Special Agent Donnelley. The other was roughly six feet tall, with gray and white hair. Agent Carter.
    “We came to see for ourselves,” Carter said. “Eventually, the NYPD will call on us. We are ready when the time comes for the NYPD  to admit defeat.” He snickered.
    “You need to leave,” Mark growled. He was so sexy when he was serious. I had to break the thought from my mind and find a way to end this without a testosterone war.
    I waved over one of the crime scene officers. The young blond was named Chris. He was new to the force and fresh out of college. He looked up to Mark as if he was some kind of a hero. I knew he would do anything for Mark, and that allowed me to take advantage of the situation.
    “Detective Stone needs you to bag and tag those agents’ phones. The pictures they took are now evidence until we deem otherwise.”
    Chris immediately turned to the agents and began explaining the need to take their phones as Mark and I turned away. I winked at both agents. This new job may come in handy with men like them.
    Mark led me back to the body. The coroner began speaking in a language I could not understand. I stopped listening as I stared down and saw the victim’s blood pooling outside the