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bleeding  a mile away, all these new tactics weren’t for the sheer passion of the lure like it used to be.
                  “ How did you think I would react, how Karen!” the voice of  Jamie echoed through her head, pounding the inside of her skull. She shook it off and went back to the task at hand. “ Can they trace it back ?”
                  “ Not a chance, I’m working off some porn addicted priest wi-fi, if anything goes down they’ll just run into a dead end.” The hint of machismo was lingering in his voice, computers were his realm, there was nothing he couldn’t do with them, he was their hacker, their superman of the net.
                  “ The cops found no body?” She asked him, while scanning through the files, looking for anything out of the blue to point out the possible reason for murder.
                  “ None whatsoever. “ Peewee zipped in and out from every lane, trying to make his way to Richmond Hill in Queens, which was six miles from where Karen lived. “ Cops are combing the place to find some sort of clue, but I think it’s burglary, there’s been a two percent increase in  home invasion robberies in the last year in Queens.”
                  Karen didn‘t buy it. “ How many of them in murder ?”
                  “ Good point.” He said, tipping his imaginary hat to her.
                  There wasn’t a single criminal record on the husband, he and his wife had been married for fifth-teen years, they could be the poster family of happiness. Karen nibbled on her lip as Peewee stared on with a smile, he always enjoyed watching her run at all the angles, her facial expressions alone were priceless. “ I’m willing to bet the farm something must have pushed the husband over the edge, it would explain why the wife was beaten, he can’t take what he did, so he takes a gun to his kids.”
                  “ Nice theory,” Karen was waiting for the but. “ But what would push someone like Link to lose it, guy’s never been arrested for anything, he’s Mr. Freaking Rogers.”
                  “ Wife was from Southern California,” Karen flipped through Mabel’s file. “  went to U.S.C, majored an English, ends up just a house wife, so much in her hands,  and you end up beaten to death.”  Karen ponder the why’s to all of this as she stared instantly on the file on her lap, hoping she could find something to make sense of it all.“ How much further ?” She asked as Peewee took a left turn into the residential area, there was no need for him to answer, the crime scene was staring  at her from afar. The flashing lights of the paramedics, the cops all lined up on the street, keeping the onlookers at bay, she couldn't help but feel an old shiver creep behind her. But to her dismay, they weren’t driving closer to the circus. “ What’s going on, why are you parking so far away?”
                  Peewee turned off the ignition and pulled the police scanner from his pocket. “ I just thought, we would enjoy the view from here.” The worst bluff in his life.
                  “ Jesus, who did you piss off!” Karen slammed her fist on the dashboard, she knew that shameful look in his eye.
                  “ Hey, watch it, you’re going to hurt her.” He said rubbing the dashboard and telling the car sweet-nothings to ease the pain.
                  “ Who did you piss off ?” She repeated, waiting for him to come clean.
                  “ Some Irish Boston asshole transferee, a detective by the name of Brian Klecko, “ Karen buried her face into her hands. “ I was doing some snooping, he saw through my..”
                  Before he could phrase it properly, Karen stepped in. “ Your shit.”
                  “ More like disguise, but