CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
After Carter finished talking, he sat back and crossed his arms. SAC Stonewall eyed his superior with a stunned expression and began to turn red again. “That's it? That's all I get? What the f**k am I supposed to do with that? I've got three crime scenes and a dead John Doe out there, for f**k's sake.”
Keon sighed with what felt like the world's weight on his shoulders. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. Damn, he was exhausted, and at fifty-five, he was getting way too old for this crap. “You’ll do exactly as the man said and forget you ever laid eyes on him. From this moment on, this entire incident is classified. I'll have some people in your office first thing in the morning. They'll take possession of everything—photos, SIM cards, evidence, reports . . .
