‘Ah, here comes the Iron Woman, climbing again,’ Leo said. ‘You heard about Burke’s Law for elevators, boss?’ ‘No, what is it?’ Delaney hated puzzles. ‘Do Not Enter. Burke has decided elevators are evil.’ ‘I don’t have time to go to the gym any more,’ Sarah said, ‘so I climb stairs to fight the flab. What’s wrong with that?’ ‘Not a thing’ Leo said. ‘Why don’t you get rid of your washing machine too? Take your clothes down to the river and beat them on a rock, that’s good exercise.’ Sarah said, ‘What river?’ A couple of winter rains had sent a trickle down the middle of the Santa Cruz channel, but it had disappeared in a day. Delaney made shushing motions at both of them. ‘Come on, let’s get to work.’ He waved his arm at the rest of the crew in their workspaces. ‘Guys, bring your notes. I set up a table back here by the . . . oh, now, who put these sketches all over it?’ ‘They’re mine, from the Cooper crime scene,’ Jason said, walking over.
