Spinelli sat at his desk and scanned the financial records of one of the two murder victims found in downtown Milwaukee yesterday. Walker sat at the desk across from him doing the same with the other vic's records. Marsh sat off to the side, searching phone records. They'd been at it for hours and had come up empty.
Spinelli took a swig of his lukewarm coffee, set the mug back on its coaster, and glanced around the precinct before he refocused his eyes on the vic's bank statement. The numbers blurred. He'd been at it too long. At this point, the evidence could jump off the page and bite him on the nose, and he probably wouldn't notice.
He propped his elbows on his desk, closed his eyes, and rested his face in his hands. A vision of Shannon popped into his mind from hours earlier. Her pal
