Chapter Nineteen
It’s almost five when we pull into the precinct’s parking lot, Wolf and Grace right behind us. The three of us clip Visitor badges to our clothes, and Natalie leads us through the building into the squad room.
There aren’t a lot of people working at the moment, which makes it easy to spot the large form of Captain Callahan talking with two uniformed officers on the far side of the room. It’s not until we’re only a few yards away that he dismisses the officers and turns his scowl on Natalie. “Rojas, great. Took you long enough. Things have gotten even…” His dark eyes flick to me. “Mr. Baxter? What are you doing here?” Then he sees the imposing figure of Wolf standing behind us. “And who the hell are you?”
Wolf steps forward, a folded piece of paper in his hand, Grace rig
