61Ganza pulled up a stool alongside Maggie. He had gotten a brown paper bag with his lunch out of the refrigerator and brought it to the counter like he was getting ready for dinner and a show. Without asking, he placed each half of his sandwich on paper towels and slid one of the halves to Maggie. He’d also brought her a cold can of Diet Pepsi.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Tuna salad on rye.”
Maggie knew Ganza kept plastic evidence bags in the same refrigerator. She also knew he was a deeply private professional and that this gesture of sharing his precious lunch was a huge token of trust and friendship.
Maggie popped the tab on the soda then took a bite of the sandwich. Her right index finger tapped and scrolled down the computer page.
“Looks like he was never charged, but they did fi
