Rios collapsed into her chair and laid her head on the desk after returning from the fruitless search on the Thunder’s so-called stash house. It was well after nine o’clock. She was tired and hungry, but more than anything she was angry. She had given Shea Stevens the benefit of the doubt, only to end up looking like a fool.
It was bad enough being known as the department’s IA snitch. The photo someone had taken of her holding Shea’s hand didn’t help. After the search turned up nothing, it would be a miracle if she didn’t get transferred out of the department.
She sat up and thumbed through the case files. What little evidence she had pointed to someone in the Athena Sisterhood being the source of the hex. She needed Shea working the Sisterhood from the inside.
Rios was about to call Sh
