Their John Doe had one of those faces that you feel like you just have to know, if you could just remember where.
“ID’s going to be a sonofabitch,” Mickey had muttered to himself, but Luci’s aunts heard.
“Really?” Miss Theo said, moving in for another look.
“I didn’t realize men were so—similar.” Miss Weena stared at the corpse, then looked at Mickey.
For the honor of his s*x, he’d tried not to look self-conscious. Now he looked at the Crime Lab technician. “You find anything?”
“Didn’t leave much to find.” The tech gave him a glum glance. It was hot in the garage and the smell of disinfectant was almost overpowering.
“So, are the old broads nutty or just naive?” The forensics investigator from the Coroner’s office grinned at Mickey and Delaney. He could afford to grin. He only had to
