Jethro slid the picture closer with one finger. “Looks like Roscoe.”

“Yep.” Didn’t mean it was Roscoe, though.

Jethro leaned back in his chair. “Was the tattoo recent?”

“Looked like it, but I don’t have access to the lab to ask,” Angus said, his skin crawling with irritation.

Jethro cleared his throat. “Well, that’s not the only interesting connection, right?”

Angus’s chest heated. “I’m aware.”

“Is she?”

“I don’t know.” Angus ground the palm of his hand into his left eye, where a migraine was rapidly approaching. “The victim looks Chinese, and she’s petite, like Nari. It’s hard to miss that fact, especially with the German shepherd tattoo on the woman’s hand.”

“Could be a coincidence,” Jethro said.

Which Angus didn’t believe in, unfortunately. “Perhaps.”

“Are you shagging the psychiatrist?” Jethro asked.

Angus coughed, his ears heating. “Of course not. She’s a shrink, for crap’s sake. You know how I feel about shrinks.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I wouldn’t even think of getting close to somebody with Lassiter on the loose. If he is on the loose, that is.” Bile swirled in Angus’s gut at the thought.

Jethro rocked back on his heels. “There’s enough tension between you and Nari that I can feel it across a room. Anybody watching you would see it, too. Although I’m still of a mind that Lassiter is deceased and rotting in hell.”

Enough of that conversation. Angus turned to face his old friend. “There’s a suspect in custody. Don’t you have connections with Metro?”

Jethro leaned over to read Angus’s notes. “I consulted on a case a year ago and I’d like to think I was supremely helpful. What do you want?”

“I want to interview the guy they have in custody,” Angus said instantly. “Just a quick in and out. Think you can make that happen?”

Jethro sighed. “I’ll call in the favor, if it’s possible, on one condition.”

Angus held up a hand, his heart thundering. “If the suspect did kill the woman in the alley, I’ll drop the case. I’ll never ask you to consult again, and you can go back to your college and pretend that you’re a normal professor studying philosophy and all that shit.” Although he knew better than anybody that Jethro would never be able to outrun the past. None of them would.

“I do appreciate that,” Jethro said dryly, pulling his phone out of his pocket to send a quick text. “What’s your plan if your team is disbanded and it turns out this horrible murder wasn’t committed by Lassiter?”

That was quite the question. Returning to solitary life in his cabin didn’t hold as much appeal as Angus would’ve thought. He was saved from answering when Jethro’s phone buzzed.