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the tox screen?” Hank asked.
    “About a half hour ago. Fluticasone and salmeterol.”
    Hank shrugged in question.
    “Used for asthma or COPD,” I said.
    “Does that help us?” he asked.
    “Not really. Prescription but very common.”
    Hank clasped his hands in his lap. “Are you still trying to get away for the weekend?” he asked.
    “I doubt it now. We’ll see. I just wanted to get out of town and go fishing,” I said.
    “Weren’t you just out of town?”
    “Getting shot at, up north in the cold, doesn’t qualify as a vacation.”
    “But you went to California after.”
    “For two days.”
    Hank shrugged. “Where were you guys trying to go?”
    “Rodman Reservoir. It’s a little southeast of Gainesville. They have a campground there, and the place is supposed to be great for bass fishing. I figured Callie and I could paddle around on the kayaks and see what we catch. The bass are spawning, so it should have made for good fishing.”
    Hank nodded. “Were you planning on leaving tomorrow?”
    “No. Just overnight Saturday. I can’t leave Butch alone for more than a day.”
    “Is it okay for Callie to be doing that kind of stuff when she’s pregnant?”
    “Kayaking and fishing? I don’t think anyone has told her not to. Trust me, she may be the world’s most informed expecting mother. She spends hours a day researching pregnancy. That and house shopping.”
    “How is the house shopping going? You haven’t talked about it in a few days.”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s trying to get us set up to look at a place on Saturday now. It’s out of our price range, though.”
    Hank lounged back in his chair. “You’ll find something sooner or later.”
    “It needs to be sooner if we want to be in before the baby,” I said.
    “Did you give her the ring yet?”
    “You already know I didn’t. I’m waiting for the right time.”
    “Don’t wait too long. You’ll run the risk of her getting sick of you before you ask.” He dug a pair of granola bars from his shirt pocket. Hank held one out toward me. “Power bar?” he asked.
    “Nah.”
    “Karen got me a box of these. They’re organic.”
    I shrugged. “What’s the difference?”
    Hank jerked his head back. “Difference? You’re kidding, right? They’re organic. Organic foods are so much better for you. Karen and I have been trying to limit our intake of genetically modified foods.”
    I rolled my eyes. The organic thing sounded like one of Hank’s wife’s ideas. I changed the subject. “Speaking of Karen, how is she adjusting to puppy motherhood?”
    “Ah, yes, Porkchop? What a little terror,” Hank said.
    “Porkchop. Great pet name, by the way.”
    “Thanks. We love the little bugger. Minus the constant cleaning of poop and pee.”
    Hank and his wife had picked up a little bulldog a few weeks back. Hank showed me photos of the puppy almost daily. From what he’d said, the dog sounded like a handful. “Teach him any tricks yet?”
    “I’m working on it. Baby steps. The main one I want him to learn is to not piss in my shoes. I don’t understand why he chooses that spot, but I’ve probably slipped my foot into a pee-filled shoe at least a dozen times.”
    I smirked. “The joys of a puppy,” I said. “Anyway, so you’re saying we can check the prison logs off the list?”
    “Checked off as nothing to get there. What do you want me on?”
    I glanced at the time on my watch. “Get with the tech guys and get them hunting online for sales and purchases. Anything having to do with Redding, I want to know about.”
    Hank furrowed his eyebrows. “Are we getting ahead of ourselves here? I mean, this could just be an isolated incident of some wack-job.”
    “It could, and I’m not necessarily ruling that out. Yet the level of dedication is impressive—in a bad way. If this person took the time to get every last detail right, I’m betting that the body count will rise until we catch the guy.”
    My desk phone rang.
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