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“Didn’t you just leave here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Johnathon Carmichael has someone feeding him BS stories.”

“Are they BS stories?”

She sighed. “Not sure. The problem is that the guy is using the name Detective Henry.”

The captain’s eyes narrowed, and she knew he understood the implications. It could be a coincidence, but seeing how Norma Wilson was stabbed to death and the former Detective Henry was one of the guys on the case, the caller had linked the cold case and their new case. That could mean they have a copycat.

“Damn.”

“Exactly.”

Eleven

By seven that night, Declan was antsy. It was an odd feeling for him. He usually loved hanging out in his restaurant and truly enjoyed his work. It wasn’t like there weren’t bad nights or even bad employees. But most of the time, he was happy at work.

Tonight was different. Tonight, Declan would rather be with Eileen. Even thinking her name had his dick twitching. The women already tugged at him on a level he wasn’t sure he liked.

“What is up with you?” Seamus asked as he studied Declan. Out of all of them, Seamus was good at rooting out that something was off with one of them.

“Nothing.”

His brother locked his gaze on Declan as he took a long drink from his beer.

“Stop that. It doesn’t work.”

He smiled because even to Declan’s own ears, he sounded defensive.

“Fine. I sent Eileen lunch. I haven’t heard from her.”

There was a long beat of silence.

“And her partner. I made sure Eddie had something to eat, too.”

Seamus’s eyes widened. “Wooing her with food?”

“No.” Then, “Okay, maybe. She seems to like it when I cook for her.”

“Everyone likes it when you cook for them.”

“No. That Cindy did not like my food.”

His brother snorted. “Cindy didn’t like any food. Why you dated a model, I have no idea.”

Madness in the form of Eileen O’Reilly. Cindy wasn’t exactly a model. She was more of an aspiring model with a few local gigs, and while she was nice enough and the sex had been…okay, she had been the antithesis of Eileen. Eileen wasn’t short, but she was authentic. And she loved to eat. Cindy did not. She wanted to eat as few calories as possible. Nothing wrong with that, but damn, it was complicated to make her a meal.

“Yeah, well, I haven’t heard from her. I mean, she thanked me in a text.”

“That’s good.”

“And she tipped the server I sent even though she didn’t need to.”

“Of course she did. She waited tables when she went to college.”

“Yeah, I know that.” Wait. “How did you know that?”

“Hmm, might have been Kaitlin or Wendy who mentioned it.”

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