Interlude
“What are you doing in here?”
Natalie turns to the interrogation room’s doorway, which is filled by Captain Callahan’s imposing frame. He has a blue folder tucked under one arm and a pinched look on his face.
“Needed the quiet,” she replies. “Squad room’s a zoo since Vice hit the Templarios’ stash house a few hours ago.” Her brow furrows. “I don’t suppose they found Chrissy Marsh locked up in the cellar?”
His lips tick upward, acknowledging her dark joke. “Nope.”
She returns her attention to the collection of documents and photographs strewn across the metal table. “Thought I’d ask. We’ve looked everywhere else in this goddamn city for her.”
The captain eases into the room. “Are those the pictures you got from Miranda Salazar’s lawyer?”
“Yeah.” Natalie slides them across t
