CHAPTER 12Cuddy couldn’t concentrate. He had been trying to read the new Dennis Lehane novel, but his mind kept wandering. He had his own problems to worry about, but for some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about Tracy Cordoza, the young woman who had tried to kill herself. The image of her bolting onto the track and the screech of steel against steel as the motorman futilely attempted to stop the train before it ran over her body played out in his mind again and again.
CeCe must have noticed his eyes focusing off into space and not on the page of his book. She said, “I hope you’re not worrying yourself sick over that stupid article in the paper. Nobody cares about that.”
“I care,” he said. “I’ll be working with the legal team tomorrow to get in front of the story and make sure our do
