“Are you seriously not going to give me the details?” Pete asked angrily as they drove south and east toward the abandoned construction site.
“There's no details to give,” Baker lied as he guided his trusty old truck around a gentle bend in the road. “Kylie Donaldson called me and told me she and Logan Alluvian had somehow tracked the killer to this half-built house. That was it. I told her to wait for us there and not to approach.” The car whizzed through an intersection, missing a stop sign.
“That's bullshit,” Pete said, “she must have said something else. And if that is all she said, it's almost definitely a trap of some kind. Crazy people lure cops into murder-suicide situations all the time, you know, and I didn't like the looks of that Alluvian guy much at all.”
Baker shook his he
