"Coincidence? She didn't think so. In her mind, every incident has a purpose. I'm trained to think coincidences are just that. She didn't believe the coroner's report. I'm a detective with Attention Deficit Disorder. I know… an odd choice of jobs. We met «coincidentally,» and that led to murder."
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Gregg Ward Matson. Healthy, Wealthy, and Dead
The Park
The Sanctuary
Downtown
Coffee Time
Pavement Pounding
The Gambler
Night and Day
Revelations
Consolidating the Winnings
Epiphany
Invitation in an Alley
Smooth Talk in the Big Office
A Worn-Out Welcome
Too Much
Trolling
Kicks
Day and Night
Lost Key
Visiting
She's Got Everything She Needs
Deep Six
A Hunch in the Mist
She's An Artist...She Don't Look Back
Acknowledgements
Dedication
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Loralee called about a month later. It was January. Raining hard.
My office was in the 926 J Building, fiftteen stories of brick. When it was built in the twenties, it was one of the highest things in the Valley. By the nineties the shiny new high-rises had dwarfed it. Across the street was Wino Park, now officially called Cesar Chavez Park. Before that the official designation was Plaza Park—I suppose to make Sacramento seem like one of those glorious centers from old Spanish days, like Portola used to visit there all the time. But that ruse was as shallow as a vernal pool around Labor Day. From Sutter on up, the town has been a chessboard for real estate developers. And the park has always been called Wino Park.
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“And nothing stronger?”
“I don’t mean to upset you, Loralee. It’s my business to ask a lot of questions. Some of them seem stupid. If you’d like to knock off for now—“
