“Looks that way,” Sean replied cautiously. “Working theory is still that this is a retaliation for the last killing.”
Martinez and Choi stood on either side of the body, bracketing the three people already there.
“But Fearless Leader’s gut says it isn’t, right, Fearless Leader?” Martinez asked, looking at Ronan. The latter returned a laser-like expression that effectively wiped the wide smile from Martinez’s face. “Sorry,” he murmured, backing off.
“How soon can you get an autopsy done on this one?” Ronan asked.
That was an easy question to answer. “As soon as we get the body back to the morgue. It’s not like there’re bodies piling up, waiting for the ME to work on them,” he added, looking at the medical examiner who was methodically working on the body, preparing it for transport. “Technically, if the killer had waited until Mr. Walker here had done his drinking in his own city, this wouldn’t even be our call, but because the Shamrock Inn is partially located just inside our city limits, that makes the homicide ours.”
“How do you know his name?” Ronan asked.
“Victim was nice enough to have his wallet on him,” Sean answered. “And apparently his killer wanted us to know who his latest victim was, so he left it untouched.”
“Just like the others,” Choi commented.
Joining the rest of the team, Sierra looked at the gregarious detective. “What do you mean?”
Sean supplied the answer. “None of the other victims lived in Aurora, either.”
“Come to Aurora and die,” Ronan murmured grimly under his breath as he continued looking at the dead man on the ground.
“I don’t think that’ll catch on as a slogan,” Sierra commented, overhearing what Ronan had just said to himself.
Ronan glanced up at her as if she had suddenly started babbling nonsense. “What won’t catch on?”
“You just said ‘Come to Aurora and die’ and—” Sierra waved her hand at him. She might as well save her breath. “Never mind.”
One look at Ronan’s impassive expression and she knew that she could talk herself blue in the face and he still wouldn’t really understand what she was saying, or why. More importantly, he wouldn’t crack a smile. The man was in serious need of a sense of humor, she thought. She firmly believed that, at times, a sense of humor was the only thing that could see a person through the harder times.
Working with O’Bannon was definitely going to be a challenge, she decided. But then, she wasn’t being paid to have a good time, Sierra stoically reminded herself. Her job was to keep the residents who lived in Aurora safe any way she could. And right now, working with O’Bannon and his team was the best way she could do that.
Squaring her shoulders, Sierra looked at the lead detective. “All right, what would you like me to do?” she asked since Ronan had gone back to intently studying the victim. When he raised his eyes to look at her, she instinctively knew what Ronan was about to say and voiced it before he could. “Besides going back to the squad room.”
Rising to his feet, Ronan addressed the other two detectives who were first on the scene. “You two see what you can find out from the guy with the sickly green complexion—” he nodded toward the man still leaning against the wall “—and also find out who was tending bar last night. Maybe the bartender noticed if our victim was hanging out with someone. It would be nice if we could finally come up with a real witness who saw something we can use.”
Determined not to be ignored, Sierra spoke up. “You think the victim was in the bar before he was killed?”
Forced to acknowledge her, Ronan said, “It’s a safe bet.”
Choi leaned in over the body and took a deep breath. His expression became slightly pained. “Oh, yeah, he still smells like he was soaked in alcohol.”
“That could be because the guy who found him threw up when he realized what he’d just tripped over,” Sierra pointed out. “And according to the statement that guy gave the officer on the scene,” she said, “he’d been in the Shamrock drinking for hours. I just talked to the officer,” she added before any of the detectives could ask her how she had found that piece of information out.
Making no comment, Ronan looked at Choi and Martinez. “When you’re done, come back to the station.”
“Okay,” Choi readily agreed. “Is that where you’re going to be?”
In response, Ronan first turned toward his uncle. “Let me take a look at that wallet you found,” he requested.
Sean handed the plastic-encased wallet to him. It had been placed inside the envelope with its two sides spread open so that the driver’s license was visible. Ronan read the address, then handed the secured evidence back to his uncle.
“I’m going to Walker’s apartment to see if he lived with anyone who might be able to shed some light on the situation, tell us if Walker was targeted recently by anyone.”
“You mean like a note from his friendly neighborhood serial killer saying, ‘you’re next’?” Sierra asked with a touch of sarcasm.
Ronan shot her an annoyed look. “You think this is a joke?”
“Not at all, but at least I got you to talk to me.”
Ronan was already turning away. Sierra began to talk more quickly. “I guess since you didn’t give me a separate assignment, you want me to go with you.”
He had to admit that her persistence reminded him of his sisters, but he gave no outward indication as he asked, “And what makes you think that?”
“Simple process of elimination,” Sierra responded without any hesitation.
He knew he had to utilize her somehow and maybe she could to be useful. “All right, you might as well come along. You might come in handy if there’s a next of kin to notify.” Ronan began walking back to his car. “I’m not much good at that.”
“I’m surprised,” Sierra commented.
Reaching the car, Ronan turned to look at her. “If you’re going to be sarcastic—”
“No, I’m serious,” she told him then went on to explain her rationale. “You’re so detached, I just assumed it wouldn’t bother you telling a person that someone they’d expected to come home was never going to do that again. It would bother them, of course,” she couldn’t help adding, “but not you.”
Ronan got into his vehicle, buckled up and pulled out in what seemed like one fluid motion, all the while chewing on what this latest addition to his team had just said. Part of him just wanted to let it go. But he couldn’t.
“I’m not heartless,” he informed her. “I just don’t allow emotions to get in the way and I don’t believe in using more words than
