Chapter 42Investigator Aaron Sanchez sat on a corner of the desk in the War Room with a laptop balanced on the palm of one hand. He smiled and set the computer down when he saw both Falcone and Richards walk into the room. “They're here,” Sanchez said.
Milton Clarke had his back to the door, sitting at the desk opposite his partner. He spun around in his chair.
“What's going on, guys?” Falcone asked shrugging off his jacket. “You haven't been here all night? Tell me you guys went home last night. We haven't got the budget for the two of you to be pulling twenty-four-hour shifts.”
Clarke got to his feet. He held up hands, patted the air. Calming Falcone. “We went home last night. Just we came back in a bit earlier this morning.”
Sanchez said, “How's your sister?”
It was the last thing
