HER FORMER partner, now captain of the Electronic Detectives Division, sat munching on candied almonds and looking comfortably rumpled. “Any progress on my ID?” “I’ve got two of my boys on it. McNab and Callendar.” The fact that Callendar had breasts and no Y chromosome didn’t make her any less one of Feeney’s boys. “And?” “They’re working on it. I took a quick pass. It’s damn good, and it’s dug in deep. It’s not going to take five minutes.” His droopy eyes narrowed in his saggy face. “What’s that? What have you got?” “What? Where?” “Doughnuts?” “What is this, some new EDD toy? Smell-a-’link?” “I can see the corner of the box. I know a bakery box when I see one.” Feeney shifted right and left as if to get a better angle. “Cookies? Danishes?” “You hit it the first time.” “So you tag me instead of coming up and sharing?” “I got work here. I’m waiting for the lab to reconstruct the vic’s tattoo, and I’ve got to get these baptism records, and run the vic’s prints and DNA, and .
