CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Before Mackenzie had time to get the rental car’s air conditioning going properly, Ellington called again with another FaceTime request. She nearly ignored it again but then figured she should answer it just in case he had some sort of urgent message from McGrath or something about the case.
She accepted it and was a bit ashamed at how much good it did her heart to see his face. She tried to tell herself it was just because it was a friendly and loving face after the ordeal she’d recently been through—starting with having a soda can chucked at her head and ending with speaking face-to-face with a quite deranged Carl Windham.
“Hey,” he said. And before she could say a single word, he was going on. Perhaps so she couldn’t shoot him down right away—which she had fully
