“All of Coyle’s service calls. The Xs mark Coyle’s house, Tanya’s house, and where he works. I’m trying to use geographical profiling to figure out where the bodies may be. It’s where Coyle goes when he’s not breaking into houses, raping, and killing people that will be the key to finding the bodies.” She pointed to the circles she’d drawn in a three-mile radius from Tanya’s house, Esther Sondel’s house, and some of the other service calls. “The rape in West Hills was an outlier. I think we’ll find the bodies on one of these clusters of pins where the circles overlap.”

Most of those pushpins marking service calls were grouped in the southeastern edge of Calabasas and the Santa Monica Mountains near Topanga Canyon to the east and Las Virgenes to the west.

Eve picked up her shoes and socks, sat on the arm of the couch, and put them on.

Duncan looked at the map, then at the papers strewn amid the Chinese takeout boxes, and shook his head. “I’ve seen TV cops do this, but never a real person.”

“Do what?”

“Bring a case home and put it on their wall to illustrate their obsession. Is that where you picked this up? A TV show?”

“The sheriff ordered me to go home but I still had work to do, that’s all.” She went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a can of Coke.

“You caught the bad guy. You were publicly commended by the sheriff. You’ve already proven yourself. You can stop trying so hard to impress everybody.”

Eve popped open the can, took a mouthful of Coke, swished it around, and spit it out like mouthwash. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Well, not right now,” he said, then gestured to the wall. “All of this work isn’t impressive. It’s kind of pathetic.”

She took another swig of Coke, but this time she swallowed it. “I just want to close the case. There are big holes we need to fill or tomorrow morning Coyle could be back on the street.”

Duncan sighed. “I’ve been doing this for decades. I’ve solved lots of crimes. I’ve put away some very bad people. I’m a damn good detective, if I do say so myself.”

“I know you are.” Eve had some more Coke and wondered where he was going with this.

“But now that my career is nearly over, do you want to know what I am most proud of? Being married for thirty years and raising two kids who don’t hate me. I’m not an alcoholic or a prescription drug addict, either. All of that makes me an exception to the rule in our profession.”

She tilted her can of Coke toward the box of donuts in his hands. “You eat a ton of donuts.”