CHAPTER TWO
Detective Samantha McCall sat at her desk in the Homicide Department of the NYPD. Even though she was tired from a full day of investigating a homicide downtown, her youthful good looks held fast. McCall gently brushed the hair of her fringe away from her eyes as she proofread an arrest report she’d just finished typing. Her blue eyes scanned the document; satisfied the content was accurate; she filed it. Picking up her coffee mug, she sat back in her chair and took a mouthful of the dark liquid. Her eyes wandered to the empty chair next to her desk and stared at the void. Detective Joshua Tooms spotted her powerful gaze upon the chair.
“You miss him, don’t you? Go on admit it.” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, like a brown bear would sound if it could talk. McCall looke
