�Oh, great. A triple murder. You�re not going to flip out on us, are you Diane?� Andy tossed over his shoulder as he entered the store.

�You just keep your own lunch down, and don�t worry about me,� Diane shot back.

The detectives fanned out and interviewed witnesses. One tall Hispanic male was lurking in the middle of the crowd. Diane motioned to Danny, and he casually walked over and pulled the man aside.

�What brings you to our fine neighborhood today, Olivo?�

�You guys can�t seem to stay out of our cases,� Olivo whispered.

�Well, your guys keep showing up dead. It�s not our fault,� Danny grinned.

�The guy in the back was undercover. He was a hit. The guys in the front were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.�

�What about the Doritos crumbled in the guy�s blood?�

�That would be a message to us, a spit in the face,� Olivo continued. �Someone out there may have given us up. Our undercover agents are falling like flies. We�ve had to pull way back and move operatives around.�

Danny filled him in on the missing doctors.

�I might be able to help you with that,� Olivo said. Danny scribbled notes as he talked, and returned to the convenience store. Just as he was about to enter the door, Diane pushed past him and found a trash barrel outside just in time to deposit what remained of her breakfast. Danny shook his head and continued inside.

Danny, Connie and Diane studied the menus quietly at the Chinese restaurant across the street from the crime scene. Connie looked at Danny, and then looked at Diane, and she figured there was some reason Diane had insisted she come along. The silence was torturous.

�So, what�s good here?� Connie said.

�The pork spare ribs are excellent,� Diane said, licking her lips.

�You don�t want those. Too fatty,� Danny scowled.

�The Buddha�s Feast is also delicious,� Diane said.