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  3. Also by McGarvey Black
  4. Dedication
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  59. Acknowledgements
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When Sr. Rodriguez placed the gold necklace around her slender, elegant neck, she had looked at herself in the oval standing mirror on the glass counter and knew he was absolutely right. From that day on, the Gucci brand became a regular staple of her wardrobe—with the financial help of gentleman friends.

“This is one of our most classic designs,” said the Saks Fifth Avenue clerk holding up the colorful keychain, trying to make the sale. “It’s sporty and screams understated class.”

“Wrap it up,” Gabriela said without hesitation. “I’ll take it.”

23

After Zoe and Sean left the police station, Daryl climbed the fire stairs to the second floor of the building.

“What did those two want?” said Heather, sitting at her desk, working on a report when Daryl entered the bullpen.

“They want to play Sherlock Holmes,” said Daryl. “Civilians don’t understand that police work is slow, tedious and methodical, not like on TV.”

“Tell me about it,” said Heather not looking up from her computer.

“It’s about checking and rechecking information and then, checking it again,” continued Daryl, talking to himself. “It’s not like an episode of Law and Order where everything wraps up in an hour.”

“What did the two nutcakes have to say?” said Heather shaking her head. “Let me guess, they wanted to know if we caught their mystery killer yet.”

Daryl smiled and filled his partner in on the new information Sean and Zoe had shared regarding Gucci and Thayer and Company.

When he finished, Heather pursed her lips. “I don’t think any of their new info about Gucci and Thayer moves the needle any further.”

“Humor me. I’ll do an interdepartmental form to get customer and employee lists from those two stores. Let’s see if something pops,” said Daryl. “I know it sounds crazy but something about their story… I don’t think they’re making it up.”

“Personally, I think Zoe Brandt is a little delusional,” said Heather, making a swirly movement with her finger next to her head.

“There’s no doubt Ms. Brandt has a close and personal relationship with conspiracies and hyperbole but my gut says there’s something there.”

“Our priority is the seven women who’ve been strangled over the past six months. Real crimes with real victims,” said Heather. “Not fantasy murders seen through binoculars.”

Five minutes later, Daryl sent an official request for NYPD access to personnel lists from the two stores and then turned his attention back to the Strangler inquest.

The recent murder of Karina Kubiak in Central Park had thrown the police for a loop given that the murder profile was so different from the others. With multiple precincts on the task force now, opinions differed. Until they knew for sure, Karina Kubiak, victim number seven, would stay on the list.