Chapter 33The rain started around nine in the morning, and never let up. The sky stayed slate grey, with shadowy, lower clouds moving steadily eastward. Although not yet one in the afternoon, because it was so dark and dreary, it felt closer to midnight. If early fall was any indication of how bad the weather was going to get, then it might prove to be one hell of a winter.
Falcone flicked his cigarette butt into the police parking lot. He'd smoked under the back-door awning, and in front of the posted No Smoking Within 100 Feet of the Building Entrance sign, turned and went back into the precinct. Normally, he preferred the roof, which was also a no-smoking area. In fact, being on the roof at all was strictly prohibited. The point was on days like today it was more about staying dry, and
