CHAPTER 6
RICK ENTERED THE empty squad room, stirring cream into his coffee, taking a tentative sip. The bitter-hot liquid stung his lip and he placed the cup on the table amid a smattering of sticky rings. He was the first to arrive and he used the time to review the Seattle PD files on the first two murders and to marvel how fate had drawn him into the very case he’d hoped to investigate. He was green as they come, having just earned the rank of Detective, but he’d worked hard preparing for this over the last nine years.
He remembered that rainy day in the dark, run-down taco joint. Remembered meeting with Cal and how that meeting had changed the course of his life. He finished his third tour with the Navy SEALs, squeezing every bit of knowledge, training, and experience he could out o
