Lynn felt drained after talking to Shanna’s parents, like a rag that’s been washed and wrung out too many times and was on the verge of tattering into oblivion. A large filing box with roses printed on the sides sat on the seat next to her. It contained some, possibly all, of the gifts the stalker had given Cora. Lynn wanted to take it directly to the crime lab at The Factory, but her boss, Grimes, put an end to that plan in a. for him. very unusually curt manner.
Saying things like that this is first and foremost NYPD’s case. The FBI supports. If they need our help they’ll ask.
So Lynn now sat in her SUV by the curb next to the 96th Precinct building, waiting for a forensic team to come and collect the box of stuffed toys, letters and other knickknacks that could hold the identity of Sh
