I WAS STEAMING all the way back to the Hall thanks to Lemouz's sanctimonious rantings, plus my frustration that we weren't getting anywhere on these murders. I was still hot when I got to the office after six. I called Cindy and made a date to meet at Susie's. Maybe we could get something accom-plished over lobster quesadillas. I needed the girls on this.

As I hung up with Cindy, Warren Jacobi stepped into my office. "Yank Sing," he said.

"Yank Sing?"

"It's a better bet than quesadillas. Dim sum. Women always open up with Chinese. You should know that, LT. While you're there, they say the chicken in salt and ginger caused the downfall of the Qin dynasty.

"Where you been?" He sat down. He had something for me. I knew that sly grin of his.

"Out wasting my time, in the People's Republic. You got something, other than the restaurant review?"

"We got a hit on the Wendy Raymore APB," he sai............