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Rebecca drove about three blocks from Sherman's house then swung into a parking space and turned off the ignition, her face red and flushed with fury. “This has gone far enough! I didn't mind playing along with you to see what I could find out, but that doesn't include getting shot at with no means of self-defense! We're going to Homicide. You're going to turn yourself in to be questioned properly. By the book!”
“No! Wait! If whoever is behind this is shooting at us, don't you want to know why? I mean, why target me? Or us? But I somehow don't think you were the one they were shooting at.”
Her eyes narrowed. What he said did make sense.
“I suspect that whoever's behind this thinks I know something,” he continued. “Maybe because I was friends with Danny, and I think Pasternak was kil
