Five
The precinct was slow when I arrived forty minutes later. I gave a nod to the desk sergeant and headed for my desk in the bullpen. Jacquie, my partner, sat at her desk, pouring over a case file.
“Hey,” I said, nudging the back of her chair as I passed.
She looked up. “Thought you weren’t coming in today.”
“Got done with things early so figured I’d check in. I miss anything important?”
“Nope.” She glanced around the space and then nodded for me to follow her.
I ignored the unease creeping up my spine as I followed her into a vacant witness interview room. “Please tell me you’ve figured something out about this damn prophecy,” she whispered.
“I’ve been trying to decipher it all summer. The most I can figure out is whatever the Order has up their sleeve, is happening at or near th
