I noticed a small black-and-white snapshot stuck to the chanel bags outlet online cash register. It was a photo of Ernie Cooper coming down the steps of the Civic Center Courthouse, and he was wearing the uniform of the SFPD. Cooper saw me looking at the photo, said, “I notice your shield says Boxer on it. I used to work with a guy cheap louis vuitton bags by that name.”
       “Marty Boxer?”
       “That’s the guy.”
       “He’s my father.”
       “No kidding? I couldn’t stand him, no offense.”
       “No offense taken,” I said.
       Cooper nodded, rang up a “no sale,” and put the photocopies of Grayson’s picture and the Malone jewelry along with Conklin’s card inside the cash register, cheap chanel bags under the tray.
       “I’ve still got the instincts, maybe even better than when I was on the Job. I’ll put out the word. If I hear anything,” Ernie Cooper said, shoving the cash drawer shut, “I’ll be in touch. That’s a promise.”
     Chapter 29
       THE SKY HAD TURNED GRAY while Conklin cheap louis vuitton handbags and I were inside Ernie Cooper’s pawnshop. Muted thunder grumbled as we walked to Twenty-first Street, and by the time we got into the squad car, the first fat drops of rain splattered against the windshield. I cranked up the window, pinching the web between my thumb and forefinger. I louis vuitton outlet shouted, “Damn,” with more vehemence than was absolutely necessary.
       I was frustrated. So was Rich. The long workday had netted us exactly nothing. Rich fumbled with the keys, his brow wrinkled, exhaustion weighing him down like a heavy coat.
       “You want me to drive?”
       My partner turned off the ignition louis vuitton outlet and sighed, threw himself back into the seat.
       “It’s okay,” I said. “Give me the keys.”
       “I can drive. That’s not the problem.”
       “What is?”
       “It’s you.”
       Me? Was he mad at me for questioning Kelly?