Where a murder investigation started, and who ended up with it, depended on how high-profile it was likely to be. St. Cyr’s getting tapped was almost as high as it could go. It wasn’t just his wise guy status. His death was bound to cause some ripples in the criminal underclass. Maybe shift the power balance. St. Cyr would have an heir apparent who would have to prove he was tough enough to keep it together.
Feds would be interested and so would the Organized Crime Unit. He had a brother in either place, but in the end, he decided to follow the body and called his sister, Hannah. If she wasn’t digging through St. Cyr’s brain, she’d know who was—and where they’d be sending the pathology report. He needed to talk to whoever would get that report. She was—he flipped through the texts—the onl
