"You feel the same way about Len Turner?"
The name alone cast a shadow over Rand's face.
"You got a problem with him?" Hunt asked.
Rand shrugged. "Don't hate him. Different breed of cat, that's all."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, I mean, like Dominic, he one of us, one of the people."
"And Turner's not?"
This brought a tolerant smile. "You go have a word with the man. You find out soon enough."
"I already have, and I will again. And I believe you." He turned to where Rand had glanced and finally saw Turner with a small knot of other mourners in somber conversation. "You know those other people over there with him too?"
"Some. That big, good-looking woman behind Ellen, talkin' to him now, that Lorraine Hess, Dominic's number two. Next to her is Al Carter."
Rand nodded. "One of 'em. Then the couple holdin' hands, that's Jimi and Lola Sanchez, from over at Mission Street."
"Those are a lot of my reward people," Hunt said. "I'm going to mosey over there and say h.e.l.lo. Good talking to you, Cecil." He'd gone two steps when he stopped and turned. "Oh, and as soon as I know anything on the reward, I'll get back to you."
Rand showed some teeth. "I be waitin' by the phone."
When he got close to the Turner group, Hunt hung back for a minute to listen. As opposed to the scathing CityTalk column, the death of Nancy Neshek hadn't made it into this morning's newspaper. But still, from radio, television, phone calls, and the Internet, word had obviously gotten out, and now this core group of nonprofit professionals was discussing her death.
Hunt waited for a lull in the flow of the conversation, then stepped in. "Excuse me for interrupting," he said, "but I thought I'd come by and introduce myself."
Turner took over and made the introductions all around, and when he'd finished, Hunt said, "I couldn't help overhearing what you were talking about."
"Nancy can't really be dead," Hess said. "I can't believe that. It can't be true."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Hunt replied, "but it's an absolute fact."
Turner asked Hunt, "You think this is connected to Dominic?"
"How could it be?" Hess asked the group at large. "How could any of this even be happening?"
Carter, calm but firm, put a hand on Hess's arm. "Lorraine. Think about it. How could it not be connected to Dominic?"
"n.o.body knows about that one way or the other," Hunt said. "Cause of death was the same. Blunt force trauma to the head. Beyond that it's all conjecture."
"So you're saying someone killed her?" Turner asked.
Hunt nodded. "Without a doubt."
"Lorraine's right. This is unbelievable." Jaime Sanchez put his arm around his wife and drew her in closer to himself. He looked to Hunt for an answer. "Do you have any idea what this is all about?"
"No," Hunt said. "The timing suggests a
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