Never Sorry: A Leigh Koslow Mystery
person caught, you know."
    The detective looked squarely back at him, and nodded. "So do I."
     
    ***
     
    Since Tanner's pickup truck had somehow escaped the impound-lot purgatory in which Leigh's Cavalier was still lingering, he drove them both to the station. Leigh was not surprised to find the maximally efficient Attorney Bower waiting for her, patent-leather laptop case in hand.
    "I'm glad you called," Katharine said shortly. "I was expecting this." The lawyer surveyed the booted vet with a fleeting look of disdain. She sniffed the air, then quickly averted her eyes.
    Leigh hid a grin behind her hand. Evidently eau d'orangutan was not to Ms. Bower's tastes. Neither, apparently, were cowboys.
    Within a few minutes, Leigh and her attorney were seated in the interrogation room. Frank's manner was still disturbingly courteous, though when he greeted Katharine, a flash of venom traveled through his dark eyes. "The lab has matched the blood on Miss Koslow's clothing with that of the victim," he began.
    Katharine Bower wasted no time breaking in. "That merely confirms my client's statement," she said tersely. "Is there anything else?"
    "As a matter of fact, there is," Frank said slowly, leaning back in his chair. The gleam in his eyes as he glared at the lawyer made Leigh's stomach flip-flop. She looked back and forth between the two of them, neither of which seemed to care that she was in the room. Clearly there was no love lost between Frank and her lawyer. Fabulous. And how did Ms. Bower get along with the D.A.?
    "Yes?" the lawyer demanded.
    Frank spoke evenly, but Leigh swore he was enjoying himself. "A bone saw was left at the crime scene, and forensics has concluded that it was the same bone saw that was used to dismember the body."
    "And?" Katharine demanded.
    "And—" Frank continued, dragging out each word, "Your client's prints are on it."
    Leigh sat and stared. "Your client"—that would be her. But her prints couldn't possibly be on any bone saw. What bone saw?
    "Was this bone saw part of the zoo hospital's inventory?" Katharine asked without missing a beat.
    Frank held up his hands and shrugged. "Perhaps your client can tell me."
    "We'd like a moment alone," Katharine asked, without even looking at Leigh. Frank nodded in agreement and left, a distinct jaunt to his step.
    Katharine turned to Leigh. "You are employed as a vet tech?"
    Leigh nodded.
    "Is it your responsibility to clean, put away, inventory or otherwise handle the surgical instruments?"
    Leigh nodded again. "Although I don't remember—"
    "You don't have to remember anything," Katharine broke in. She got up and opened the door, waving Frank back in. "Handling the zoo's surgical instruments is one my client's job responsibilities, Detective. I'm sure her prints may be found on any number of items in that inventory. If that's all you have, we'd like to go now. Unless, of course, you want to charge my client with something?"
    Leigh watched Frank's face closely. Although Ms. Bower appeared to have won this round, his countenance was disturbingly smug. "You're free to go," he said charitably.
    With a few admonitions to Leigh about keeping her mouth shut when—not if—the police next made contact, Katharine picked up her briefcase and left. Leigh watched as Tanner headed in for his own turn into the interrogation room, unfettered by any lawyer. "Waste of money," he had told her on the way over. "I just tell the truth."
    She sat miserably in the waiting area, bored and puzzled. When had she handled a bone saw? If the zoo hospital had a large one, which she was certain it must, it would probably be in one of the drawers in the necropsy room. It would probably be kept with the—. She smiled and snapped her fingers. That was it!  The bone saw must have been in the same packed drawer as the rongeurs she had been searching for on Tuesday. She had picked up and moved aside virtually everything else in the drawer before finding them. If Frank checked some of the

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