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take him down. That he was crazy didn’t make him an iota less guilty. Now the bastard was sitting pretty in a Chicago psychiatric hospital making pot holders all day instead of in a six-by-eight waiting for a needle in his arm. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. But it had happened. And this woman had allowed it to happen.
    Aidan had been there, sitting in the courtroom with the other cops, hoping against hope that Ciccotelli would change her mind, hoping she’d do the right thing. He remembered how the girls’
    parents had wept quietly in the courtroom, knowing they’d find no justice that day. How the cop’s wife had sat front and center, surrounded by a sea of supportive uniforms. Ciccotelli hadn’t blinked, just continued looking straight ahead with cool brown eyes. Just like she was looking at him now. “And you are?” she asked.
    “Detective Aidan Reagan. This is my partner Detective Todd Murphy.”
    Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied his face and it was all he could do to maintain his glare. From his seat in the courtroom she’d been sleek, sophisticated. Unapproachable. Up close there was a wild beauty to her features, yet she was still unapproachable. His own eyes narrowed as she turned to Murphy. “Todd, please ask your partner to step aside. I can at least give you a positive ID.”
    Murphy grasped her arm gently. “Tess, you don’t want to do that. She’s… She’s really messed up.” Aidan stepped aside, holding out his arm in mock gallantry. “If she wants to see, by all means let the good doctor look.”
    Murphy shot him a warning glare. “Aidan.”
    “It’s all right, Todd,” she murmured and stepped forward without a flinch. She stood looking down at the body for a good minute before turning back to them, her face perfectly composed, her eyes stil cool. “Her name was Cynthia Adams. She has no next of kin.” From her coat pocket she pul ed a business card and handed it to Murphy without a tremor. “Call me if you have questions,” she said. “I’l answer what I can.”
    And with that she turned away and started walking toward a gray Mercedes parked behind Murphy’s plain Ford. Aidan’s annoyance bubbled over.
    “And that’s it?”
    “Aidan,” Murphy cautioned. “Not now.”
    “If not now, when?” He control ed his voice, conscious of the crowd camped nearby. “She waltzes in here and IDs the victim, cool as a damn cucumber. And then she just walks away? How about what made her jump twenty-two stories, Doctor ? You should know, shouldn’t you?” And you should care, dammit, he thought viciously. You should care about something. “What the hell kind of doctor are you?” he finished on a hiss and watched her pause, her hands deep in her pockets.
    She pul ed a glove from her pocket and tugged it over her fingers, her back to them. “Call me if you need me, Todd,” was all she said before walking away. Murphy’s eyes flashed as he sucked in both cheeks. “Aidan, I told you not now .”
    Aidan turned on his heel, dismissing her. “What does it matter? It’s not like she gives a damn anyway.”
    “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t know her.”

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    Karen Rose

    [Suspense 5]

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    Aidan looked over his shoulder. Murphy was watching Ciccotelli cross the street, his face one big, wholly uncharacteristic scowl. “And you do?” He wouldn’t have expected it. The venerable Todd Murphy, fallen prey to the charms of a cold piece of work like Miz Chick. Well, I won’t. Murphy blew out an angry breath that turned to vapor, a barrier hovering between them for an instant of time. Then the barrier was gone as was the scowl, leaving Murphy staring at Ciccotelli with a sadness that gave Aidan serious pause. “Yeah. As a matter of fact I do. Go talk to the teenagers, Aidan. I’l be back in a minute.”
    Aidan shrugged away his uncertainty. Let Murphy deal with the icicle. He had other things to do, like process a crime scene so the