28 KentKent checked the phone readout.
Andrea. His trooper colleague didn’t often bother him on a Saturday. Did she have an emergency?
Alarmed, he answered, “What’s the problem?”
“No problem,” she retorted. “I have a procedural question concerning the task force.”
No federally run task force had Saturday emergencies. Kent had no idea why Andrea needed an answer on her day off. He settled into his chair to find out.
“We’re waiting on Quantico,” Andrea continued.
Kent stifled a yawn. The FBI crime lab was notoriously slow.
“We sent them the clinic’s computer hard drive for analysis months ago,” Andrea said. “Do you have any problem with me asking my father to speed the crime lab up?”
He laughed. “None whatsoever. I use any leverage I have to force the feds to do their damn job and h
