The following day the press was giving maximum coverage to the story about an unnamed cop who gave his life to save a homeless vet in a booby-trapped building. McCall smiled sadly to herself, grateful that at least the press made a hero out of Steel. She had arrived at work early, not wanting to waste any time. Finally, they had someone to talk to, Jerry, the homeless guy, and she reckoned he had better have some answers, for all their sakes.
As she sat at her desk, sipping her coffee, her gaze transfixed by the empty chair opposite, she felt the presence of someone standing behind her. She turned quickly, hoping to find Steel loitering in his black suit and Chesterfield jacket. But, instead, her face fell when she saw that it was only Brant.
‘Hoping it was him?’ Brant smiled, reading he
