Anderson growled and pushed my arm off the dash of his Grand Cherokee. He may have agreed to my amazing deduction of the case and the plan on how to get a confession, but he was not as eager as me to get out there and get it.
"We're not going tonight," Anderson bit back and wiped his arm over the spot on his dash I'd hit.
Apparently, he was really protective of the car's interior.
"Why not?" We had the manpower-him and me. It was time to bust up in there and take down a homegirl.
Another sigh left him. He'd been doing that a lot during our talk. "It's a coordinated effort."
I frowned and put my hand in front of the vent. "But I'm on a hot streak."
We couldn't stop now, or my luck might run out. I'd caught Tony's mark, rescued Brent, and returned Katy's box. Jalinda's murder was
