“Last I checked, the official language wasn’t Italian—”

“Just giving you a little culinary history.”

“You know, Dunn, I see a cable TV show in your future. You, in full uniform, steaming soy milk while telling your viewers how to prevent an ADW. We’ll call it Cop Does Coffee.”

“Sounds like a porn movie.”

Oliver smiled. “That would work as well.” He finished his latte. “So what’s the plan?”

Marge signaled for a right turn. “First we return the tapes to Ivan Povich.”

“Talk to him yet?”

“I left a message, asking him for the tapes from the cameras in the emergency vehicle areas.”

“Why didn’t Povich give them to us in the first place?”

“Don’t know. Betcha when we asked him the first time, he assumed we had wanted only the pedestrian entrances and exits.”

Oliver said, “So you like the theory of Adrianna being carried out in a body bag?”

“Maybe.” Marge paused. “If the murder did occur inside St. Tim’s, I’m thinking about what could have gone wrong? Who, besides Garth, was close enough to Adrianna so that an argument would end in murder?”

“Why do you think the murder was done by someone she was close to?” Oliver told her. “From what Aaron and Greg told us about Adrianna, she could have been having a fling that went bad. Maybe she was fooling around with a married doctor or administrator. Maybe she threatened to expose him.”

“But then why would she suddenly decide to start exposing her hookups?”

Oliver said, “’Cause she was pissed off at Garth but taking it out on other men. That’s what women do.”

“As opposed to men?” Marge laughed. “Think serial killers who hated their mothers?”

“I’m just trying to get your goat.” He waited a moment. “Although if someone tried to kill her, you’d think she would fight back.”

Marge turned left. “Unless the two of them were stoned. What if she was blitzed?”

“No cocaine, no booze, no pot in her system. We know that much.”

“It could have been something more exotic. Who would have better access to drugs than someone in a hospital with free rein over all the locked medicine cabinets?”

“They don’t have free rein,” Oliver said. “I think they have to sign in for them. We should check the drug logs. It would buttress our case if some weird drug was checked out and she had it in her system.”

Marge said. “Problem is that sometimes you have to know what you’re looking for to find it in the tox screen.”

Oliver opened the thermos and licked the foam with his finger. “You’re looking skeptical. What’s bothering you?”

“That Adrianna’s hookup would suddenly turn deadly. What could have been said or done that made it go so terribly wrong?”

“You know how these things work, Margie. It starts off as something stupid and ends up as something tragic.”