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He blinked, pulling himself back into the present. “What?”

“BeeBee said to take her food. That woman loves to eat. And I have a feeling none of those guys who hit on her do anything just for her.”

“When did you get so wise?”

“I’m not. I’m just listening to a woman, which you should do. I bet both Wendy and Kaitlin would say the same thing. Also, I won’t run to Ma about it, so I saved you that.”

True. Wendy and his sister tended to tell their mother everything. “Okay. Well, I’m going to go now.”

He knew exactly what to take her, and he had a few friends in her precinct who could tell him when she was on her way home.

Six

Face it, we have diddly shit,” Eddie said.

It was late…well, past time for them to go home, but neither one of them was ready for that. It annoyed her that there wasn’t a witness or a traffic cam…nothing to point to the killer. She had an ex—who they were hunting down—and a mystery man. That was it. And they had nothing else to go on until they could interview both of them. Going through her phone had given them little to nothing.

“We do. But we’ve dealt with this before.”

He nodded. She saw the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged. They were both exhausted.

“No one seemed to have a problem with her at work,” she mused. “But looks can be deceiving. We should probably triple-check those alibis for people who weren’t at the party.”

“Yeah. We can do that tomorrow, though. By then, we should have more on the tox screen and her phone data.”

The warrant to trace her phone’s ping had come through pretty fast. Having a woman murdered in a high-traffic area where a lot of tourists visit definitely got things rolling. Unfortunately, there was a significant backlog of cases, so they wouldn’t get that information until tomorrow.

She sighed. The long day and late night were wearing her down. “You’re right.”

“Hey,” he said, and she looked at him. “We’ll get the information.”

She nodded. Irene’s parents had shown up to identify her. It was always hard for Eileen to deal with that element of a case. Well, just about every cop hated that part of the job. There were a few whom it didn’t bother, and she avoided those weirdos.

“I say we call it a day. Come back tomorrow morning fresh. We’ll have the phone pings by then, and we can start hunting down her movements from Saturday night.”

She nodded again. “That sounds like a plan.”

Eileen dropped down in her chair. She had other things she could work on, like the Norma Wilson case for her mother. The similarities were a little too much to ignore.

“You need to go home.”

She looked up at Eddie. He looked about as tired as she felt. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his brown eyes. Eileen was pretty sure he looked better than she did.

“I was just going to?—”

“You need to go home,” Eddie said, then glanced behind her. Casually, she turned around and saw Bryan making his way through the myriad of desks in the bullpen.

“Okay, you’re right.”

Her stomach grumbled as she stood, and Eddie laughed.

“What will you do since your chef is closed for the night?”

Peanut butter. That was her go-to when she didn’t feel like cooking, which was a lot of the time.

“Don’t worry. I got it.”

“Hey,” Bryan said. He smiled, showing off his newly capped teeth. God, she had been stupid when she was twenty-two. Really, really stupid.