Koby finished off his turkey on rye and wiped his hands on a napkin. “Not a problem. I’m ready for seconds anyway. Anyone else want something?”

“I’ll take another sandwich,” Sammy said.

“Hannah?” Koby asked.

“Smoked turkey on rye.”

“Rina?”

“Same as Hannah.”

“Lieutenant?”

“I’m okay.”

“But you haven’t eaten anything,” Rina said.

“I’m still trying to figure out how all this happened.”

“You figure it out,” Koby said. “I’ll get the food.”

“There are going to be lots of leftovers,” Rina announced. “You guys will have to take all this food off my hands.”

“Why don’t we eat it for Shabbos so you won’t have to cook,” Sammy said.

“This is like the first time in years that all my family is going to be together,” Rina said. “Do you honestly think I’m going to serve you cold cuts for Shabbos?”

Decker said, “How about if we let the guys and gals who work here take the food home to their families?”

“I think that would be a dandy idea,” Rina said.

“So if the cold cuts are vetoed for dinner, can I put in a vote for rack of lamb?” Jacob said. “Medium rare with green beans and garlic mash?”

Rina rolled her eyes. “Anything else, Yonkel?”

“A nice apple pie never hurt anyone.”

Koby brought Cindy a drumstick, which she polished all off in four bites. “I love you all, but we can’t stay. Both of us have to go back to work.”

“Wait,” Sammy said. “You have to stick around for the cake.”

“A cake?” Decker said. “You’re not actually going to sing me ‘Happy Birthday’?” He turned to Rina for help. “Don’t let them do this.”

“It’s not my decision.”

Decker was getting desperate. “I have to get back to work. I’ve got a possible murder suspect sitting in the interview room wondering what’s going on.”

“Actually, I just checked in on him,” Oliver said. “He’s very happy with his smoked turkey on rye.”

Sammy said, “Go get the cake, Yonkel.”

“You get the cake.”

Marge said, “I’ll get the cake.” She turned to Oliver. “C’mon, Detective, let’s go embarrass the Loo.”

The cake was brought in, looking more like a welding torch than a pastry. There were sixty candles plunged into chocolate icing. Decker braced for the misery as the entire squad room erupted into an off-key rendition of “Happy Birthday.” The only saving grace, in his opinion, was that he was able to blow out all the candles in a single breath.

As Rina was cutting the cake, Decker took Marge aside. “What’s going on with Tinsley’s phone?”

“Well, Chuck did make some calls on that Monday during the time he was supposedly at lunch at Ranger’s. I’ve got someone checking on the towers to see where the calls were bounced from and then we’ll work backward.”