I looked over and saw Cisco mopping up the steak juice and hot sauce on his plate with a piece of toast. He was good to go.

“What do you have going today, Cisco?”

“I’m working on Rilz and his side of the equation.”

“How’s that going?”

“I think there’ll be a couple things you can use. You want to hear about it?”

“Not yet. I’ll ask when I need it.”

I didn’t want to be given any information about Rilz that I might have to turn over to the prosecution in discovery. At the moment, the less I knew, the better. Cisco understood this and nodded.

“I also have the Bruce Carlin debriefing this afternoon,” Cisco added.

“He wants two hundred an hour,” Lorna said. “Highway robbery, if you ask me.”

I waved off her protest.

“Just pay it. It’s a onetime expense and he probably has information we can use, and that might save Cisco some time.”

“Don’t worry, we’re paying him. I’m just not happy about it. He’s gouging us because he knows he can.”

“Technically, he’s gouging Elliot and I don’t think he’s going to care.”

I turned back to my investigator.

“You have anything new on the Vincent case?”

Cisco updated me with what he had. It consisted mostly of forensic details, suggesting that the source he had inside the investigation came from that side of the equation. He said Vincent had been shot twice, both times in the area of the left temple. The spread on the entry wounds was less than an inch, and powder burns on the skin and hair indicated the weapon was nine to twelve inches away when fired. Cisco said this indicated that the killer had fired two quick shots and was fairly skilled. It was unlikely that an amateur would fire twice quickly and be able to cluster the impacts.

Additionally, Cisco said, the slugs never left the body and were recovered during the autopsy conducted late the day before.

“They were twenty-fives,” he said.

I had handled countless cross-examinations of tool marks and ballistics experts. I knew my bullets and I knew a .25 caliber round came out of a small weapon but could do great damage, especially if fired into the cranial vault. The slugs would ricochet around inside. It would be like putting the victim’s brain in a blender.

“They know the exact weapon yet?”

I knew that by studying the markings — lands and grooves — on the slugs they would be able to tell what kind of gun fired the rounds. Just as with the Malibu murders, in which the investigators knew what gun had been used, even though they didn’t have it.

“Yeah. A twenty-five caliber Beretta Bobcat. Nice and small, you could almost hide it in your hand.”

A completely different weapon than the one used to kill Mitzi Elliot and Johan Rilz.