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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Kate kept her word and paid for the first round of coffee just after seven thirty that evening. After visiting a drive-thru Starbucks, they headed for the morgue. This time it was Kate who made sure none of their time was passed in awkward silences. But instead of trying to pry more life details from DeMarco, she focused on the case at hand. She’d always relied on partners as a sounding board—a social way to think out loud and get real-time constructive feedback. “After the coroner, I want to go back to the house. The killer was there at night. He knocked on the door when it was dark. I wonder if he just walked right up to the door.” “With the Julie Hicks case, there was evidence that the security panel outside had been tampered with. Someone poured water on it from wha
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