Chapter Thirty-FourTerrick, Helen, Tina. Who to answer first? “I'd better get these, sir,” Clare said with respect to the chief.
“Please go ahead, my dear girl. You look like a woman with a lot on your mind.”
If only you knew. “Hello, Helen? Tell me you got something.”
“What else do you need from this slaughterhouse? There's enough analysis to be done down here to keep us busy 'till Judgement Day. Did you ever come across anything about your intended target being a shooter?”
“I never found anything specifically, why?”
“Are you done up there? You might want to come back down to the forensics lab, take a peek.”
The old man gave the appearance of a mother hen hovering over a fledgling brood, as if reluctant or unsure as to whether to let them free. “Nothing that can't wait, young lady,”
