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He took her by the arm and led her away as she looked at him in shock. They were soon back in the car.
*quot;We need to know what this Dashwood Society is, who belongs, anything we can find. Don't forget to talk to vice and set up meets with the first officers on the scene and the shift supervisor who was there.*quot;
*quot;I can do all that from home. Is there anywhere else we need to go*quot;
*quot;Yeah! We need to find something to eat. I'm starving.*quot;
After lunch they headed to back to her house. She insisted that they stop at the grocery store on the way. She moved efficiently through the store with him trailing behind. When they got to the checkout, she started to pay and he pushed her to one side.
*quot;What the . . . *quot;
*quot;I'm buying the groceries this time.*quot;
*quot;You bought lunch too.*quot;
*quot;Well, it's not like I have a lot of expenses anymore.*quot;
She just stood and looked at him and then walked quietly back to the car as he carried the bags. She opened the back door for him to set them in.
*quot;I can afford to buy groceries.*quot;
*quot;Yeah. But if I am going to be eating them, I might as well chip in my share.*quot;
He pulled open his door and got in. She was still standing looking at him as he rolled down the window.
*quot;Well. Are we going or not?*quot;
She climbed in started the car and headed to her house.
As she put up the groceries, he had set up his laptop on the table in the kitchen,
*quot;You are going to need to show me how to use this online stuff.*quot;
She smiled.
*quot;Ok. Let me get this put away and we will have some lessons.*quot;
He continued to mess with the computer until she came and stood behind him.
*quot;It looks like you are doing ok. What do you want to do?*quot;
*quot;I want to look at the notes from the uniforms.*quot;
*quot;Here, let me show you.*quot;
She reached around him with her arms on each side of his head and worked the keyboard. He became acutely aware of her scent, her body warmth and especially the way her tits pressed against the back of his head.
When she had finished he could see all of the officers notes and reports.
*quot;Thanks. You may have to show me that again. I sort of got distracted.*quot;
*quot;By what.*quot;
He turned and looked at her.
*quot;Rafferty. Wait. Before we go any further, what the hell is your first name anyway.*quot;
*quot;Angela. Don't you remember. I told you the other night.*quot;
HE looked at her and rolled his eyes.
*quot;Sweetheart, I don't remember much about that night.*quot;
She grinned.
*quot;I guess that isn't surprising.*quot;
*quot;Anyway, Angela, you are a very attractive woman and . . . *quot;
She interrupted him.
*quot;Ok. I get the picture. Do you think you can contain your baser instincts for a while?*quot;
*quot;I think so.*quot;
He turned back to the computer and began reading the notes from the officers.
She moved across the kitchen and poured a glass of ice tea, leaned back against the counter and looked at him. She watched as he read the officers notes and she could almost see his brain working as he looked for the small details, the minute links that would make a chain of evidence.
She jumped when he let out a whoop.
*quot;Aha!
*quot;What?*quot;
*quot;The door was not locked when they got there.*quot;
*quot;So?*quot;
*quot;There was no evidence of a break in to gain access. That means whoever was there had a key. They didn't lock the door because they were expecting the bodies to be found momentarily. It could also mean they didn't want the police to destroy the door getting inside. Forethought. Planning. It also means we are looking for someone who has a key to that building. That means we have probably cause to subpoena the attorney for the membership records, or at least a list of anyone who has a key.*quot;
She nodded.
*quot;I'll call Stu first thing in the morning.*quot;
*quot;Call Stu now. I want that warrant ready as early as possible in the morning. I want to meet Mr. Coburn on the way into his office.*quot;
She nodded, picked up the phone and started dialing.
*quot;Well, Stu wasn't too happy about me calling this late, but he agreed to get in touch with the ADA and get the night judge to send the subpoena. He said I could pick it up tomorrow morning.*quot;
*quot;Great.*quot;
He stretched in the chair.
*quot;What's for dinner?*quot;