The lieutenant looked past him. “There’s the other half of this debacle now. Let’s get him in here and see what we can do about this mess you’ve created. Officer Vende, get in here.”His partner entered and took the seat next to his. “Yes, Sir.”“I was just telling Stone that Dr. Littlefield won’t be turning in her report until tomorrow. You know about that?”“Damn it.” Vende turned and faced him. “Derek, what did you do at the morgue?”“My job,” he stated flatly.“More than that I would bet,” their commander said. “Barnes had lots of friends at City Hall and they want this put to bed. So do I. Where are we on the case?”Vende didn’t look away from Derek but answered Gray, “Suicide. Open and shut.”“Stone?” the commander asked.He met Gray’s harsh stare directly. “I’d like to speak to his assistant.”“I’m not asking you what you’d like to do, officer. I only want to know what evidence you’ve found to keep this case open. Am I making myself clear?”“Crystal.” Normally he appreciated Gray’s directness. Not now. He needed more time.