Daemon: Night of the Daemon by Shannon Harry

Author:Shannon, Harry [Shannon, Harry]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harry Shannon
Published: 2010-03-14T04:30:00+00:00

NINETEEN

"Okay, that's it." Lehane closed the folder and leaned back in his chair for a long stretch. "Let's break until tomorrow." For a long moment, no one bothered to move. Unanswered questions hung over the room like a thick cloak. It was already dark outside and the entire team was physically and emotionally exhausted. The rest of the day had yielded nothing of importance, a few leads at the expense of a lot of shoe leather. Not one of them had panned out.

"I'm gone." Pops yawned. He and Guri collected their things and agreed to meet at Jonah's for a pitcher of beer. Meanwhile, Mike Castle left without speaking to anyone. The man was so large the air seemed to have been sucked out of the room. That left Lehane alone in the room with Sandy Hammer.

Sandy rubbed her feet. She had removed the hooker makeup and changed into jeans and a white blouse. "Man, I hate those damned high heels. That's a lot of pain to go through, just to make your butt twitch."

Lehane forced his mind away from the image of her twitching buttocks. "Off the record, what do you make of that lab report?"

"I think it's some kind of an elaborate prank."

"That's all?"

Sandy shrugged. "I'm not superstitious. I also don't believe dead folks walk around smudging the wallpaper."

"Anything's possible."

"You really think so?"

"Sandy, sometimes I believe in the numinous, and forces of good and evil. Sometimes I'm a cynic and don't believe in anything. It all depends on when you ask."

"This is just somebody messing with us in a big way, Jeff, somebody who seems to have it in for you."

"Okay, riddle me this. How did they do it?"

"I had a roommate who worked in a morgue," Sandy said. "She told me about 'floaters,' you know, drowning victims? The lab guys glue fingertips onto gloves for printing, because the tissues come off that easily. Maybe somebody walked along with gloved hands covered with…come to think of it, I'd rather not discuss this before dinner."

"And why does it only show up under UV light?"

Another shrug. "The stuff was chemically treated, maybe? There has to be some way to do that. And anyone who knows you, and what we do at Spinks, would also know you'd probe that house with high-tech gear at some point."

Lehane found her voice enchanting. It took him too long to respond. "Okay, but I'll be damned if I can think of anyone likely to go through all of this just to taunt me. It took time, money and resources."

"A government?"

"Or somebody who's very rich."

"Yeah, or somebody very rich."

They stared at one another. Sandy smiled, looked down and away and her blond hair fell across one cheek. Lehane felt his throat constrict. "Sandy?"

She looked up with feline grace. "Yeah, boss?"

"Have you had dinner?" He reddened. "I mean, I was thinking maybe you and I could get a bite to eat."

"Why boss, doesn't that constitute harassment?"

He smiled. "Only if you don't have a good time."

She surprised him by frowning and breaking eye contact again.

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