She swung into Homicide, and even with her mind elsewhere had to wince at Jenkinson’s tie. Today’s offering had what she thought might be magic wands scattered all over a bloodred background. Each one shot a different glittery stream of color. “LT.” He signaled her, forcing her to move closer to the eye burn. “My esteemed partner and I . . .” He trailed off as Detective Reineke hiked up his pants leg to show off the white rabbit peeking out of a magic hat. “Sweet color-blind Jesus.”
