Chapter Thirty-Eight
Leaving behind the FBI and a team of police officers in Rey’s capable hands, I borrowed his unmarked Dodge squad car and drove through the Midtown tunnel back to Manhattan. It felt good to be behind the wheel of a vehicle that wasn’t fighting me at every turn. Something with power steering, a throaty V6, and modern brakes.
Even so, I was lost. Running on automatic. The bomb threat was over, but I was no closer to finding Teach or his target. All those failures I'd banked had been gathering interest. Frustration and despair filled my thoughts.
I just wanted to be back at McKenzie’s, staring into the bottom of a glass, but I planned to drop by the station and fill Kinsey in on the day’s events first.
My phone buzzed, and the car’s hands-free system picked up the call
