TWENTY-THREE

LILY took some satisfaction from slamming the door—but not much. She wanted to go back and yell at Rule some more. Where did he get off, telling her what she thought, what she felt?

She couldn’t believe he’d picked now to dump that on her. That was just wrong. He was wrong. What made him think she didn’t know what she wanted? She wanted him, dammit. Marriage was . . .

She dragged a hand through her hair. Marriage was scary.

There. She’d admitted it. Marriage scared her, but it was the right thing to do . . . wasn’t it?

She started walking.

The Medical Examiner’s building was a graceless white Lego set in the midst of a sea of concrete. They were supposed to move to a new, larger facility soon—they’d long since outgrown this one, which had been built in the 1960s. But construction delays had them still working in the same old cramped quarters Lily used to visit, back when she was with Homicide.

It was stupid to feel a twinge of nostalgia for the dead house.

Cody straightened as she reached his car and fell into step beside her. “Hey, there. You’re not wearing your happy face.”

“Gee, I wonder why not. Big investigation, stinky corpse. What’s not to put a smile on my face?”

“No, that’s your just-had-a-fight face. I ought to know. I used to see it often enough.”

The past ghosted across Lily’s mind. It smelled like cigarettes and wet sand, burnt coffee and bourbon. She slowed without meaning to, tilting her head for a sideways look at the man beside her.

Cody’s face hadn’t changed much, and his body was still strong, muscular. But he didn’t smell of cigarettes anymore. Or bourbon. “I was never sure how much you remembered of those fights. Toward the end, especially.”

“Most of them. Most of them I remember better than I’d like. If it makes any difference, you were right.”

She shot him another glance. “What, about everything? That’s a dangerous thing to say.”

He grinned. “I live for risk.” The grin faded. “Not for booze. Not anymore.”

They walked in silence for a moment, heading for the loading bay on the side of the building. “I heard,” she said finally. “I heard you went to rehab.”

He snorted. “Got my ass shoved into rehab, you mean. I screwed up big-time and I got caught, which was the best thing that could’ve happened. Course, I was too stupid to see that at the time. Not entirely stupid, because I knew it was only luck I didn’t get anyone killed, but pretty damn stupid. You told me that’s where I was headed. You were right.”

She’d heard about it. Cody had been off duty when he tried to stop a liquor store robbery. Unfortunately, he was there as a customer—and way over the legal limit already, which was why the idiot had a cab take him to the store. Typical Cody, she’d thought at the time—half asshole, half hero. He’d known he was too drunk to drive, but he’d still tried to take down an armed perp.

It could have been so much worse. Cody ended up with a slug in his thigh and the clerk got his hair parted by a stray bullet, but they both survived. The perp got clean away.

Oh, yeah, she’d heard about it. Some of CJ’s friends had made sure of that. The way they saw it, if she’d stuck by him, he wouldn’t have needed to drink so much. “I didn’t want to be right.”

He smiled. “If you’re not going to take the opportunity for one helluva good I-told-you-so, I can’t make you.”

That smile flicked a lot of memories on the raw. She stopped, looking at him. “Did you know what Hammond and Sheffield said after we broke up?”

He shook his head. “I was too down-deep in my own miseries to pay attention to much else.”

“They told everyone I’d used you. That the Armani bust should’ve been yours, but I used you, took the credit, then dumped you once I got some attention from the brass.”

“Shit. Those assholes. I should’ve guessed they’d shoot off their mouths, but I didn’t. I didn’t think, which was typical for me back then.” His voice went low and fierce. “Lily, you gotta believe me about this much. After you dumped me, I said some shit I shouldn’t have. I was hurting, and I wanted like crazy for it all to be your fault so I wouldn’t have to look too close at me. But I never talked you down professionally. Not to those two or anyone else.”

Some of the rawness eased. Though she noted the qualifier—he hadn’t talked her down professionally—she could let that go. After a breakup, people talked bad about the other one . . . or that’s what seemed to be the norm, anyway. Lily hadn’t talked about Cody at all, good or bad, but that was her norm. When she hurt, she clamped down tight.

“Okay. I believe you. Maybe we’d better let all that rest in peace now. I’m here to get a look at that body. There’s a lot riding on this one.” She started forward.

He fell into step beside her. “Guess I picked a bad time to drag up auld lang syne. You’re smarting from whatever you were arguing about with your new man.”

“You said the vic was found in a storage shed.”

“I can take a hint. You don’t want to talk about him, but I can’t help wondering—”

“Is Magruder the pathologist on this one?’

He shook his head sadly. “Guess I might as well let it drop. You aren’t talking. But you could have knocked me down with a feather when I learned you’d taken up with a lupus. Fun and games I could understand . . . well, sort of. You weren’t exactly the fun-and-games type back when I knew you, but that could’ve changed. I hear lupi are real good at changing a woman’s mind about that sort of thing. But you and he are an item, right? Been together a few months.”

“I’m remembering another reason we used to fight so often. One that had nothing to do with your drinking.” They’d reached the loading dock. She jabbed the buzzer next to the normal-size metal door, but the light stayed red, meaning the door was still locked.

“You fight with your lupus dude much?”

She punched the button again. “On what planet would that be any of your business?”

“Friends get to ask that sort of thing.”

“We aren’t friends!”

That came out too hard, too strong. The flicker of hurt in his eyes was real, judging by how quickly he hid it with a grin. “Don’t think I mentioned it at the time, but that’s one of the things I appreciated about you. You didn’t give me that ‘let’s just be friends’ crap.”

“Cody.” She dragged a hand through her hair. “You want to get together and have a heart-to-heart, fine. But later, dammit. Right now, I’ve got an investigation. It’s not about just one guy—one lupus—who got stabbed. It’s a whole, huge, scary lot more than that. That’s where my focus belongs. You are not helping.”

He regarded her out of eyes gone flat and unreadable, then pushed the button she’d tried twice, and held it down. “Magruder’s on vacation. Davis did the autopsy. He’s new, so you may not know him, but he’s got a good eye.”

The door opened. “You don’t have to lean on the goddamn buzzer,” the young man snapped. “I’m coming as fast as I—oh, hey, Cody. What’s up?”

“Jamal, my man.” Cody and the attendant executed an elaborate high five, then Cody intoned, “We’ve come to see dead people.”

Jamal cracked up. Cody could do that—make the corni est line sound fresh and funny. And he knew everyone. There were one and a quarter million people in San Diego, and Cody seemed to know half of them by name. Grinning, Jamal said, “You’re at the right place, then.”

“Then I got one thing right today. Jamal, this is Agent Yu,” Cody said as they came in.

“Sure, I know you,” the attendant said, amiable now. “Lily Yu, right? But I thought you were a detective.”

“Used to be. I’m with the FBI now.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Want to have a seat? Dr. Davis is working on another one right now, but he’ll be out to talk to you when he’s done.”

“I need to see the body with the wound to the heart. I can do that while I’m waiting for Dr. Davis.”

“Guess that ought to be okay. He’s a smelly one,” Jamal warned as he started down the hall. “I’ll get you a mask, but it won’t help.”

“Worse than a floater?”

“Four, five days in this heat—what do you think?”

The door to the second autopsy room opened and a tall, lanky man with silver-rimmed glasses, a Jay Leno chin, and dirty blond hair stepped out. He was unfastening his green surgical gown when he noticed them. He frowned. “Cody. You don’t have a case here, do you?”

“Not today,” Cody said cheerfully. “You called me about that one you did this morning, remember?”

“Right.” His gaze flicked to Lily. “This must be the FBI agent you mentioned.”

“Lily Yu,” she said, moving forward and holding out her hand. “You’re Dr. Davis?”

He reached out to shake automatically. His hand was large, dry, and devoid of magic. “Good to meet you, Agent Yu. You’re interested in Mr. Xing, I understand.”

Lily’s heart kicked up a beat. Maybe she knew this vic. “If he’s the man with the wound to the heart, then yes, I am. You’ve ID’ed him?”

“I did that,” said another voice. “It’s tentative, pending the dental.”

An older man sauntered down the hall from the direction of the offices. His white hair and beard gave him the look of Santa in civvies. The blue eyes twinkling behind gold-rimmed glasses heightened the effect, though Santa wasn’t supposed to have . . . Well, those weren’t just bags beneath his eyes. More like steamer trunks.

“T.J.,” Lily said, grinning with pleasure. “You’ve grown fur.”

He gave a nod to Cody and stopped in front of Lily, fingering his new beard. “Hides the wrinkles.”

T.J. didn’t just have wrinkles. He had deep, droopy crevasses. “It looks good on you, but how in the world do you get away with a beard?”

Cody’s phone chimed just then. He plucked it from his pocket, glanced at it, and moved a few feet away. “Beck here.”

“Doctor’s orders,” T.J. said.

“The doctor ordered you to grow a beard?”

“Got this dermatitis thing that’s irritated by shaving.”

He looked completely serious. T.J. always looked completely serious when he was winding you up, which was pretty often. The man might resemble Santa, but he had a sick and twisted sense of humor. He was also one of the best cops she knew. He’d mentored her when she got transferred to Homicide. “This your case, then?” she asked.

“It was. You going to grab it away from me?”

“I play nice, when I can.”

He shook his head mournfully. “Didn’t learn that from me.”

Actually, she had. “You said the vic’s name is Xing. Anyone I know?”

“Probably. I made him based on what’s left of the tattoo on his right bicep. One of those Chinese thingies they use for writing. You’d recognize it.”

The Xings had an import company. They brought in cheap pottery, souvenirs, and heroin. “Which brother was it?”

“Too short for Zhou, so it must be one of the twins. We’ll need dental to be sure.”

Cody put up his phone. “Lily, that was dispatch. I have to go.”

There were maybe a dozen things she might say, but none seemed right. She kept it business. “I’ll be in touch about what I learn here. Thanks for the tip.”

Cody’s dark eyes flicked between her and T.J. “T.J., good to see you—however briefly. Later.” He lifted a hand in a casual farewell and headed for the door.

She didn’t realize she was watching him go until the door closed behind him and T.J. drawled, “He does have a cute ass.”

“That he does.” Lily felt a twinge of embarrassment at being caught looking, but only a twinge. “I didn’t think you were wired right to appreciate it, though. Camille know about that?”

“Camille,” he said of his wife of thirty-some-odd years, “knows everything. Absodamnlutely everything. Seems like I heard you and Beck were an item a while back.”

“Five years ago. It’s kind of weird, running into him again.” And that was enough of that subject. “I need to see the body.”

“Think you mean you need to touch it.”

She met T.J.’s eyes. They weren’t twinkling now. The whole time she’d worked with him—with everyone in the SDPD—she’d hidden her Gift. Some had guessed, but they’d kept quiet about it. T.J. was one of those who knew and hadn’t spoken. “Yeah,” she said at last. “That’s what I mean.”

“What’s this? You want to touch the body?” Dr. Davis shook his head. “That’s against procedure.”

“It’s part of my procedure, Doctor. I’m a touch sensitive. Your DB’s wounds sound like those inflicted in a near-fatal attack I’m investigating—one which involved the use of magic. If I can pick up traces of magic on the wound, I’ve got a solid connection.”

The frown lingered. “I didn’t know that sort of thing was considered evidence.”

“What I learn from my Gift isn’t admissible in court, but I’m allowed to use inadmissible leads in pursuance of an investigation.” And tired of explaining that, but it came with the territory.

“Hmm. I suppose that makes sense.”

She bit back the urge to tell him the attorney general would be glad to hear that the pathologist agreed with him. “What can you tell me about the wound?”

He was on comfortable ground again. “Entry from the rear, angled up through the fifth and sixth ribs to penetrate the left ventricle. The assailant used a very thin blade, between one quarter and three quarters of an inch in width. I can’t be more precise due to the decomposition of the flesh, I’m afraid.”

“That’s better than I’d expected, considering the decay.”

“I based my estimate on the wound to the heart itself.”

Speaking of which . . . “Have you put Mr. Xing’s pieces back together yet?”

“The tech is doing that now, I imagine.”

“Maybe we could stop him or her. It would be handy if the heart wasn’t put back yet. That’s where I’d expect to find traces of magic, if any are present.” That body had been rotting in the heat a few days. But she had to try.

Dr. Davis’s frown seemed to be a permanent fixture. “I’m concerned about your touching any portion of the corpse without gloves. With such intensive microbial action, there’s a severe risk of contamination.”

Lily grimaced. “Guess I’d better scrub really well, hadn’t I?”

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