CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
If there was ever any doubt that Ellington knew her well, it was eliminated the moment they got back to the station. He left her to her thoughts, giving her the conference room while he met up with Rising and some of the other officers to continue going down the list of local storage facilities.
With the room to herself, she took all of the records they had accumulated so far and started spreading them out on the table. When she had them in an order that made sense to her, she went to the whiteboard and started making notes. As she wrote down her notes, she began reciting facts and figures to herself, as if cramming for an exam. The thoughts streamed through her head like a flooded river, coming out through her fingers and the dry-erase marker.
When it’s all said and
