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Chapter 3“Mantegna, Callahan, get in here. Right now.” Andy exchanged a look with Sean, then set his half-eaten donut on his desk. He pushed back his chair and headed into their captain’s office. Captain Rivers leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he waited for them to settle into the chairs across from him. Andy found himself wishing he’d brought his coffee with him, more to have something to hold onto than anything else. He couldn’t shake the feeling he was in trouble, about to be scolded by a parent or something. “Why am I hearing that we have another serial killer on the loose?” Rivers demanded without preamble. “Sir?” Sean shifted uncomfortably beside Andy, the chair squeaking as he did. “Two old women ending up murdered does not mean we have a serial kill