I was silent a moment, letting him cool down.

"Then where's the car, Wex? If you're so sure, show me the car. I know how I can prove it to you."

Wexler paused himself. I guessed he was contemplating whether he should get involved. If he showed me the car, he was admitting that I had at least put a small doubt in his own mind.

"It's still in the yard," he finally said. "I see it every goddamn day when I come in."

"Is it still in the same condition as the day it was found?"

"Yeah, yeah, still the same. It's sealed. Every day I come in I get to see his blood all over the window."

"Let's go look at it, Wex. I think there's a way to convince you. one way or the other."

The snow fluffies had made it over from Boulder, In the police yard Wexler got the key from the fleet manager. He also checked an inventory list to see if anyone had taken the keys or been inside the car other than the investigators.

No one had. The car would be in the same condition as it was when it was towed in.

"They've been waiting for a requisition from the chief's office to clean it up. They have to send it out. You know there are companies that specialize in cleaning houses and cars and stuff after somebody's been killed in them? Some fuckin'job."

I think Wexler was talking so much because he was nervous now. We approached the car and stood there looking at it. The snow was swirling around us in a current. The blood sprayed on the inside back window had dried to a dark brown.

"It's going to stink when we open it," Wexler said.

"Christ, I can't believe I'm doing this. This is going no further until you tell me what is going on."

I nodded.

"Okay. There are two things I want to look at. I want to see if the heat switch is on high and if the security lock on the rear doors is on or off."

"What for?"

"The windows were fogged and it was cold but it wasn't that cold. I saw in the pictures that Sean was dressed warmly. He had his jacket on. He wouldn't need the heat on high. How else do windows get fogged when you're parked with the engine off"

"I don't"

"Think about surveillances, Wex. What causes foggine.

My brother once told me about the stakeout you two blew I cause the windows fogged up and you missed the guy coming out of his house."

"Talking. It was the week after the Super Bowl and we were talking about the fucking Broncos losing again an the hot air fogged everything up."

"Yeah. And last I knew, my.brother didn't talk to himself. So if the heat is on low and the windows are fogged enough to write on them, I think it means there was some one with him. They were talking." either