FIVE
McCall stood by the hotdog vendor located just down the street from the precinct. The evening sun was fading, and most of the rainwater had disappeared, leaving dark grey patches on the sidewalks. Some of the streets still had pools of water, but the oceans of rainwater had gone. She’d waited in line for only a few minutes, but it was time enough for her to check on missed text messages. McCall looked up as the woman in front finished drenching onions with ketchup and mustard. The small Indian man behind the stall greeted her with a smile that could cheer a cloudy day.
“Sam, it has been too long. What, you have found another stand?” he joked as she put her cell into her jacket pocket.
“You know I would never do that Sid – you’re the closest,” McCall laughed.
He gave her a hurt loo
