Chapter Thirty-Three
I burst through the precinct doors at 5:35 p.m., narrowly beating the rush of traffic that usually clogged up most of downtown once the businesses closed. I had prepared myself for the bad news—that Kinsey had released Roland Teach and the only lead to my family’s murder would be in the wind.
I understood. She really didn’t have much of a choice. After the way the day had ended, bad news really seemed like the only thing to expect. It felt like my old friend Futility was back, whispering in my ear.
When I entered the building, I caught a few people glancing my way. Their expressions were a mix of surprise, concern, and an overwhelming sense of discomfort. It suggested to me that word had already reached most ears here at the precinct. They all knew how my afternoon
