She tore a piece the same size from another bar and nibbled an edge.
Sugary maple flavor flooded her mouth. She swallowed black coffee, enjoying the blend of bitter and sweet.
Quinn beamed agreement.
“Excellent bribe. What do you want in return?”
“Your okay to dig up the body.”
“So you two are in cahoots. Figures.” His smile vanished. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
“Of course it is. Positive test results will strengthen our arguments to the State Supremes. If we can show that he left a pubic hair and a handprint at the scene and if his skin cells are under the victim’s nails—”
“If.”
He cut her off, shaking his head. “No guarantee that the pubic hair came from him. Or that we’ll be able to get fingerprints from his corpse. Or that we’ll ever be allowed to test those scrapings from
