Mack and Sierra were in the middle of questioning some witnesses when his phone beeped. He hadn't even realized that the volume of his phone was turned down. He flipped the phone open and didn't recognize the number. The beep indicated a new voicemail. I'll check my voicemail as soon as I'm done here. He thought to himself as he returned to the questioning of Mrs. Tretchylovich, a retired seamstress who was only in the club looking for her husband, who played hooky from work apparently. A simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but she was pissed!
"Did you find him, ma'am?" Sierra tried to ask as delicately as she could.
"I haven't yet, but when I do he's going to wish that he'd stayed hidden!" She was one heated old lady.
"Thank you for your time, ma'am." Si
