Chapter 17Waiting room, Cam thought, as she paced in front of the hard plastic chairs. What an apt name. I’m waiting for word about Nick. I waiting for Sonya and the guys to get here. I’m waiting to go and find out who did this. I’m waiting to get enough evidence to give to Dickie. Damn! I’m waiting for the police to get here!
Only one older man sat in the corner, leafing through one of the old magazines.
As if on cue, the two police officers entered the room. “They took him into surgery,” Office Wilkes said as he checked his notebook. “Do you remember anything else that happened?”
Cam assessed him again quickly; an old-time street cop who had done this probably a thousand times before, bored with the job but needing the salary. She shook her head, “Not that I can think of.”
“What were
