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She stuffed a strand of brown hair beneath her cap. βSomething else I can help you with, Detective?β
βYou said you had regulars here.β He whipped out the picture of Marissa. βWas she one of them?β
The manager gave the picture a hard look. βI donβt think so. Pretty girl. Can I keep it?β
βThe picture?β
βI want to show the staff. Theyβd know the regulars more than I would.β
βSure, you can keep it. You have my card. Let me know if anyone recognizes her.β
Jake returned to the table outside and dropped into the uncomfortable metal chair. βThat was a big nothing. She didnβt recognize her, but I let her keep the picture and sheβs going to show the staff.β
βSomething might come of it.β Kyra checked her phone. βI have an appointment. Iβm also going to be talking to Marissaβs friends later in a group chat. If anything comes up from that, Iβll let you know. Iβll definitely ask them about any connections Marissa had to this area.β
βThanks for your help with Rachel, and thanks for the coffee.β
βI think youβre right about her. She has good instincts and a calm demeanor. Sheβd work out great on Dispatch.β
βI usually am right about people...most people.β He stuffed the files back into his bag, wondering how many of them Kyra had gone through while he was inside. βDo you want me to walk you back to your carβin case you find any more cards?β
βIβm parked across the street, and with the number of cameras on this street I doubt Iβll find any cards by my car.β She stood up and tugged at her slim skirt, which hit just above the knees of her long legs. βIβll be sure to let you know if I do.β
βSure you will.β He hitched the satchel over his shoulder and gave her a little salute. βUntil next time.β
She put on her sunglasses and nodded. Picking up his cup, she asked, βDone? Thereβs a trash can on my way.β
βGo for it.β He watched her walk away, the sun glinting in the ponytail swaying against her back, which matched the gentle sway of her hips in the pencil skirt.
If Jennifer Lake possessed half the grace of her daughter, itβs not surprising she thought she could make it in Hollywood.
Jake turned and strode back to his car on the other side of the street from Kyraβs, keeping an eye on her as she walked. He stopped when she reached her car.
She disappeared for a second on the passenger side of the car and then popped up, waving her empty hands.
Grinning, he gave her a thumbs-up and proceeded to his own car. At least she knew he didnβt trust her.
That sort of eased his conscience over what he planned to do next.
A FEW HOURS LATER, Jake logged off his laptop and snapped the lid. Matt Dugan had made it easy for Jake to find him because he was a dirtbag with a record a mile longβand he still lived in LA.
Billy swept into the task force headquarters, tossed a balled-up bag into the trash and called out, βBaller.β
Jake snapped his fingers in the air. βHey, baller, any luck tracking down which Uncommon Grounds Marissaβs coffee cup came from?β
Billy pulled up a chair and collapsed in it, stretching his legs in front of him. βThey donβt track those serial numbers like that. Cups and other inventory travel between the stores so even if that cup was delivered to one store, thereβs nothing that says it stopped there and didnβt travel to another store in the area.β
βGotcha.β Jake rubbed his eyes. βStill no ID on the Malibu fire victim.β
βNope, and the alibi checked out for Kelseyβs boyfriend, not that he was ever a prime candidate.β Billy drew in his legs to make room for Jake. βYou heading out?β
βChecking on a few leads.β
βMind if I sit these out?β Billy massaged the back of his neck. βIβve got a headache coming on.β
βDidnβt expect you to join me.β Jake swung his bag at his desk drawer. βIβve got some ibuprofen in there if you need it.β
βIβve got my own stash. Hey, youβre not going to see our task force therapist, are you?β
βNo, I told you I saw her earlier when Rachel Blackburn needed some help.β
βAnd did you happen to ask her about her friend, the TV reporter, for me?β
βWhat are you, in middle school? If you want to ask her out, do it. Do you need her friend to send her a note letting her know you like her?β
βA little introduction to smooth the way never hurt. You need to venture away from your blow-up doll now and then to see how it works in the real world.β
A few cops laughed as Jake threw a pen at Billy. He didnβt have a blow-up doll, but it had been a while since heβd had a real date. Heβd dipped a toe in the online dating scene but had heard too many stories about scams and misrepresentations to be comfortable in that world.
Besides, who wanted to date a guy with trust issues?
Armed with information from Matt Duganβs parole officer about his last known residence, Jake got behind the wheel of his Crown Vic and plugged the address into his GPS.
He knew the area, the shady side of Van Nuys.
The only problem with a sneak attack was that Dugan might not be home, but Jake didnβt want to give him a chance to concoct some storyβor to contact Kyra.
Once off the freeway, Jake tooled down Van Nuys Boulevard, past the car dealerships, the free clinics, the methadone treatment centers, the churches and the working girls getting a jump on the competition. His GPS directed him to turn left at the next light.
After his turn, he slowed to crawl along the block, stucco apartment buildings in various hues standing rainbow sentry on either side of the street. He spotted Duganβs place, a
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