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cops and robbers with your past, you’re haunted by the fact that your future is all alone in the love nest waiting for you to come home.”
    She handed me the dispenser with the solo pink Sweet’N Low packet in it. “Mull it over,” she said.
    Before I could respond, my phone vibrated and a text popped up. It was from Captain Cates.
    Gracie Mansion. Now.
    “Gerri, I’ve got to go,” I said, standing up.
    “Wait a minute,” she said, pointing at the packets of artificial sweetener scattered all over the table. “Are you going to just leave this mess here?”
    “Since when is that my job?” I said.
    A victory smile spread across her face. “It’s all part of the therapy, Zach. It’s your life. You clean it up.”

CHAPTER 6
    Muriel Sykes had been mayor of New York for only three months, but Kylie and I were already on her speed dial. We had done her a real solid when she was a candidate, and as good fortune would have it, the new mayor believed in reciprocity.
    The brass at Red, who knew the benefits of being in bed with the politicians in power, loved the fact that one of their teams had become the mayor’s go-to cops. So when Cates’s text came telling us to go to Gracie Mansion, we didn’t waste time prioritizing. Mayor Sykes was our priority.
    Kylie was waiting for me outside the One Nine.
    “Do you know what the mayor wants?” I asked as soon as I got in the car.
    “No,” Kylie said. “I was in the office when Cates got the call. There were no specifics. She just told me to roll.”
    “Did you fill Cates in on where we are on the Elena Travers case?”
    “It’s more like I filled her in on where we aren’t. We got nothing. All I could tell Cates is that these guys weren’t high-end jewel thieves. They’re a couple of mooks who are in over their heads and will try to unload the necklace fast. I told her we put the word out on the street, and we’re hoping to get a hit from our extensive CI network.”
    “Extensive? We’ve got a call in to three CIs. She didn’t buy that bullshit, did she?”
    “Of course not. But it did get a laugh.”
    Two minutes later, we arrived at Gracie and let the guard at the gate know we were there to see Mayor Sykes.
    “You better hurry,” he said. “She’s going to be wheels up in less than a minute.”
    The mayor’s black SUV was parked in front of the mansion. I recognized her driver.
    “Charlie, what’s going on? We just got a call that the mayor wanted to see us.”
    “And she just got a call that the governor wanted to see her. We all have to dance for someone, Zach.”
    Kylie and I walked up the porch steps just as the front door flew open, and Muriel Sykes stormed out. She was wearing a warm purple coat and a cold, hard scowl.
    “Good morning, Madam Mayor,” I said.
    “America’s sweetheart was murdered in my city on my watch. What the hell is good about it?” she said. “Where are you on the case?”
    “We’ve got nothing of substance to report yet,” I said.
    “ Nothing of substance seems to be the theme of my day,” she said. “I’m on my way to Albany to be lied to.”
    She walked down the porch steps and headed for the SUV. Charlie opened the rear door as she approached.
    Kylie and I followed. “Mayor Sykes,” I said, “you sent for us. Was it just to get an update on the Travers case?”
    “Hell, no. I knew you had nothing because nobody from Red called to say you had something.”
    She climbed into the backseat of the car, and Charlie closed the door. Sykes rolled down the rear window. “I called for something else. It’s a nasty can of worms, and I can’t trust anyone to deal with it but you.”
    “Thank you,” I said. “Do you have time to give us the details?”
    “Detective, I don’t have time to wind my watch. Howard can give you the details. He’s waiting for you inside.”
    She rolled up the window, and the SUV took off for the 145-mile trip to the state capital.
    “I’ve never seen her in such a foul