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“So, how’s Shannon? What have you got planned for tonight?” Walker asked.
Spinelli’s jaw clenched. “She’s fine, and I plan on catching a killer,” he spoke through gritted teeth.
Walker parked in the back lot of the precinct.
Chapter Six
Spinelli flung hiscoat over the back of his desk chair and sauntered over to Marsh’s desk. He looked over his shoulder as he sifted through files on Tony Rosso’s laptop. Marsh pointed at the screen. “Look at this.”
Walker stepped up behind Marsh as well. “What’s that?” he asked.
“Rosso’s bank records. How is it that a bartender has over $20,000 in his checkbook and nearly $300,000 in his mutual fund, especially when he’s paying an arm and a leg for his fancy high-rise apartment on the waterfront?”
“What is he into?” Spinelli asked.
“That’s the million dollar question,” Marsh replied
Spinelli’s phone buzzed. He yanked it from its holder. “Spinelli here.”
“I’ve got the pathologist report from Bethany for your first two victims. Cause of death is cyanide poisoning. I can only guess, but I bet your third cupid’s report will come back the same.”
“Hmm, cyanide. I wonder why cyanide.”
“It’s highly toxic, almost always deadly, and works quickly, especially if ingested like it was.”
“They ate it?”
“Looks like it. I can’t say they knew they ate it, but they did.”
“Interesting.”
Spinelli disconnected the call and filled Walker and Marsh in on the details.
The three of them eyed the pictures of the dead cupids hanging on the crime board. They noted the similarities. All of the victims were slightly over six feet tall weighing in at 190 to 200 pounds, and they all sported thick, dark brown hair. Spinelli wasn’t sure if any of this meant anything, but it was all they had to go on at the moment. Marsh had been unable to turn up any other commonalities between Mike Carter and Tony Rosso based upon their contact lists, financials, and computer records. Maybe something would turn up when he cross-referenced their information with that of Chad Williams, their third and hopefully last dead cupid.
Spinelli’s cell phone hummed. He pulled it from its holder and glanced at the display. Shannon’s sparkling gaze stared back at him. He sent the call to voicemail. He caught Walker looking at the display as well.
