CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
The man who Detective Rebstock had already identified as Angel Gonzalo, lay face down in the office of his shop. Alexa could see he had been shot in the back of the head. Execution style.
Alexa stood in the doorway. Annette bustled around the room, peering and prodding at everything, and it was best not to get in her way. Stuart, being the eager-to-please boyfriend, had run off to find her a coffee.
But Alexa didn’t need Stuart here. She didn’t really even need Annette. The murder scene said it all. Another Hispanic male killed with a shot to the back of the head.
Rebstock sat at the desktop computer, ignoring the blood-soaked wall, the dead body, and the CSI expert busy at her job. His eyes were fixed on something on the screen.
“Alexa. Come here.”
“Got him on sec
