CHAPTER TWELVE
Sadie strode into the warehouse feeling anger bubbling up in her, masking the horror that lurked underneath. Linden was wearing much the same expression and neither of them had spoken a word on the journey across the city to the wharf.
He did this right under our noses. While they had been questioning Westwood, even, this young woman had been dying, bleeding out into her shroud of plastic wrapping. The swiftness of it, at finding another body barely twelve hours after the first, had Sadie reeling.
As well as the Anchorage police chief, O’Hara, and the forensics team, Golightly was there too this time, hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he watched the body being carefully handled by the forensics team and the plastic being carefully cut away.
“How long has she been he
