CHAPTER THIRTY
“Are you trying to get yourself kicked out of the Bureau?” Bryers bellowed into the phone.
Mackenzie hadn’t heard Bryers this angry before. Somehow, it was worse than hearing McGrath’s voice of rage. Maybe it was because Bryers had gone to bat for her like no one else had before and she felt like she had let him down.
“You said yourself,” Mackenzie argued, “that I had been placed into an impossible situation. I’m just trying to make it a little more manageable.”
“I am not your boss.” Bryers said, “but I am going to tell you right now that if you don’t have your ass back home within the hour, you’re going to be in a world of trouble. What the hell did you expect to do, anyway? Just hunt the guy down on your own?”
“No, I—”
“This whole time I thought the Scarecrow Killer
