Nineteen
“DeWitt, I thought I told you to go home and be with your family,” Captain Beech barked when we arrived back at the precinct.
“Captain, as you pointed out, I had another missing person’s case. There’s no conflict in her working that one,” I intervened.
The captain gave me a sidelong look before pointing from me to the conference room. “We’ve got guests.”
Icy tendrils of dread crawled over my skin as I approached the room. I spotted a snatch of navy-blue windbreaker and my heart skipped a beat. She’d called in the feds after all. Swallowing the sizeable lump in my throat—that I swore tasted like Taggart’s magic—I walked in. The team was smaller than last time. A woman with bleach blond hair pulled into a loose braid down her back stood at the head of the table. She looked up as
