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grinned when Frank stepped back and stumbled into a chair. 
    “Holy shit, Hersh!  That woman is dead!  Do you think it’s for real?  Could it be someone screwing around with you?  I’m sure plenty of people remember the Cox case.  You were up to your eyeballs in it.  Have you called Metro?” 
    “Just about to.”  Ed punched speaker on his phone and dialed the Vegas PD.  “Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department, how may I direct your call?”  “Give me Sheriff Taylor.” 
    “May I ask who’s calling, please?” 
    “Ed Hershey from LVTVS news.” 
    “I’m sorry, Mr.  Hershey, all press releases go through our public
    spokesperson.  I’d be happy to take your name and number and have him return
    your call.” 
    “No thanks, I prefer to speak directly to Sheriff Taylor.  I have information about a murder.  I just received a communication from the man who killed the hooker on Washington Street last night.” 
    The operator hesitated for a millisecond.  “One moment sir, while I get Sheriff Taylor for you.”

    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    WILDER’S CROWN VICTORIA PULLED UP TO THE CURB BEFORE KENNEDY’D MADE IT DOWN THE STEPS .  Jumping into the air-conditioned climate of Wilder’s car, she checked her watch.
    She couldn’t control the skeptical look that crossed her face as she turned to her partner with a snort.  “Seven and a half minutes!  How in the hell do you do it?  You drive me fucking nuts!”
    “How do I do what, Kenny?”
    Tapping on her watch, Kennedy sneered at him.  “Don’t you play Mr.  Innocent with me!  You know what I’m talking about.  How can you know exactly how long it will take you to get somewhere?  You get it down to the second.  There’s no way you can predict what the traffic will be or how the stop lights will play out.  Are you some type of psychic?”
    “It’s a gift.”  He winked at her.  “Eat your heart out.”
    “Yeah right, Mr.  Gifted.  You probably check out the traffic cams before leaving your house.”  She snapped on her seat belt as Wilder started to pull into the traffic.
    A minivan cut him off before he’d completely pulled the Crown Vic away from the curb.  Wilder hit his horn.  “Fuck.  Watch it, lady!  I’m on official business here.”
    Kennedy was taken by surprise.  Wilder never suffered from road rage.  That was Kennedy’s gig.
    “What’s got your knickers in a twist?”  She reached for the spot on her neck where the seatbelt had tightened as Wilder slammed on his brakes.  “Why are we in such a hurry to get there?  Hell, I don’t even know where there is.  Care to share?”
    “I’d be glad to fill you in if you could just shut that sweet little flap of yours long enough for me to speak.”
    Kennedy leaned forward in her seat.  “You’re cranky today.” 
    “If I’m sounding a bit testy today, it’s because I hate dealing with the media in any way, shape or form.”
    “I take it we’re about to deal with some member of the media.”  She watched Wilder’s fingers tap on the steering wheel.
    “You got it.  We’re heading over to the LVTVS studios.”  “And that would be because...?” 
    “Because Lieutenant Hazelwood just got a call from Sheriff Taylor.  Apparently one of the news anchors at LVTVS was contacted earlier by the prostitute’s killer.  The anchor and his news director double-teamed Sheriff Taylor, wanting authentication of photo, letter, or whatever the hell it was the killer sent.  It wasn’t real clear what they received.  You and I are going to have a little chat with the employees of LVTVS.  Then, we’re going to pick the letter—or photo—up and take it to the lab to see what they can get from it.” 
    “The killer sent LVTVS some info connected to our murder?”  She drew her brows together and looked at her partner. 
    Wilder nodded.  “Sound familiar to you, Kenny?” 
    “Yeah, I’d say there’s a little déjà vu going on