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A little after eight o’clock the next morning, Dr. Evelyn Ramirez waltzed into Homicide and met Rebecca’s gaze with a huge smile. Rebecca, along with the other detectives in the room at the moment—Sutter, Paavo, and Calderon—stared at her as if she were a creature from another planet. First, Evelyn rarely smiled, and secondly, she never, ever, left her basement lair to appear in Homicide or anywhere else in the Hall of Justice unless demanded to do so by court order.
“We did it!” Evelyn sang out as she marched forward waving a file folder over her head. “It came together much faster than I ever imagined. That’s what happens when a great team is put together.”
“You’ve got a name?” Rebecca asked hopefully.
“We do.” She placed the folder squarely in the center of Rebecca’s desk, atop t
