ELEVEN
McCall and Steel headed back to the precinct after their little – but somewhat mysterious – chat with Andy Carlson’s ex. It was getting up to around four-thirty when McCall’s cell phone illuminated in its holder on the dash. She touched the screen and a text from Tina at the ME’s office was quite clear: Get your butts back here.
The traffic was a mess, with people travelling back from work, the streets an ocean of yellow as taxis travelled with their fares. However, despite the jumble, the journey didn’t take as long as McCall had thought.
They found Tina Franks waiting for them on McCall’s usual stoop, soft music sounding in the background, and the scent of blood and disinfectant filling the air.
“OK, Tina, what you got?” McCall asked.
Tina jumped down and headed for the body
