Chapter Five
As I stood in the concrete alleyway, frozen to the spot, staring at the silent phone in my hand, I wondered what sins I’d committed in a past life to deserve this. Was it fate? Was I destined to keep facing death and destruction at every turn?
My mind threatened to wander, usually a sign my feet would follow … to the nearest bar, but I pulled my thoughts back to the moment as Kinsey and Rey burst from the precinct house’s side entrance.
Kinsey was a stern looking woman at the best of times, a prowling cat with claws only half retracted. Her scowl told me she was ready to go hunting.
“Please tell me this is a joke,” she said tersely.
“No joke,” I replied.
Kinsey was a by-the-book kind of leader, which is why, when I stood there spilling the details of the bomber’s phone c
