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Steel hitched a ride with McCall as she headed to the morgue. They were heading there to see Tina before she started to do the autopsy on Andy Carlson. The faded blue ‘66 Mustang may have been old, but it drove as well as it did when it rolled off the production line. The car had been a present from McCall’s dad for her high-school graduation, and after his death, she felt closer to it; this was no longer just a car, it was all she had of him.
An awkward silence hung in the air as they drove down the busy streets. McCall could tell that there was something wrong; there had been for at least a week. Normally, Steel would be his normal charming, annoying self, but he was withdrawn and distant.
“So, what have you been working on? We haven’t really seen you for a while,” McCall remarke
