CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Mackenzie had never had a panic attack, but she thought this might be what it felt like. Once she and Ellington had returned to the police department, she had made a direct line toward the restroom. She’d heard Ellington calling out for her as they entered the building, but she ignored him. In the restroom, she locked herself in a stall and took a series of long, shaky breaths.
She tried to center her thoughts, to keep herself from slipping into despair.
It’s just a hunch, she told herself. You don’t know for sure.
That was true. But she needed to find out before she pushed too hard against Ellington. In the meantime, maybe she even needed to apologize to him.
Once she felt that she had properly collected herself, she checked herself in the mirror. She looked worn
