Secret Admirer. Amanda Stevens

Clare drummed her fingers impatiently on the desk as Tony and Eve filled her in on the progress of the investigation.

      “Look,” she said, when the two of them had finished. “It’s been thirty-six hours. I don’t want this to become a mystery.”

      “We don’t want that, either,” Eve said, knowing that the lieutenant was referring to the status of a case once forty-eight hours had passed and it remained unsolved. “We’re doing everything we can.”

      “I’m bringing Sutton and Wilson in on this. The two of you can brief them when we finish.”

      Tony said nothing, but Eve could feel the tension emanating between him and Clare.