Chapter Five
SASHA
“What you got for me?”
Sasha looked up from her notes, and saw the superintendent standing in the doorway. “I got a bit of hair. Looks more like fur, actually. I sent it off to the lab so we’ll know tomorrow, assuming they don’t bury it.”
“They won’t. I’ll put in a word. They’ll probably have it analyzed by the end of the day, so call them, don’t wait for them to call you. That’s a rookie mistake.”
“Thank you, sir.” Sasha leaned forward. She still hadn’t properly cooled down despite being in an air-conditioned office. The desert heat had a way of seeping into your body, into your bones, and left you feeling like a glowing heating element.
“Hot today?”
Sasha flared. “Do I look that bad?”
“Yes,” he said. “You look like you got very drunk last night, too. I take it
