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Sitting in a busy homicide department, Sadowski brought his six-inch BLT sub to his mouth. He paused, as if savoring the moment. But for the second time in a week, Alice was about to come between a cop and his sandwich.
"Detective Sadowski!" she said, dumping her bag on the end of the desk where he and Lopez sat. A mess of papers, files and empty vending machine cups between them.
Sadowski jumped, squeezing the sub between both hands. A small jet of mayo flew across the desk and landed plum on Lopez's red patterned tie.
"Ah, what the hell, Sadowski? What I tell you about shooting your load too early?"
"That's funny, Lopez. I don't hear your old lady complaining," Sadowski said, looking up at Alice. He placed the sub down on its open paper wrapping, sucking the mayo off his rust-red
