McCall’s Mug. Hands offShe opened her emails. There was still no word from CSU about whether there were any prints on the fuse box at Tara’s place. Tooms was waiting to hear back from the uniforms, after their house-to-house questioning of the people in the apartments near the rooftops close to where the taxi driver had disappeared. McCall was still having a hard time with the whole ‘flew away’ business—Tara telling them that the cabbie had been spirited into the sky—but then she supposed that anything was possible given the right equipment. Tony had just walked in and was heading for the break room. He looked angry, but she knew it was a thing him and Tooms had going last one in gets the coffees.
She waited until Tony had sat down and checked his email before approaching him. It was poin
