Chapter 3
Jacksonville, FL
“BRIDGES,” A GRUFF voice said into my ear.
“George, Captain. What’s up, and why are you dispatching calls?”
The captain wasn’t known for excess verbiage, and without preamble, he said, “A messy murder in Riverplace Tower. Men’s room, 23rd floor by the elevators. Your team is already on the way. I just happened to be in my office when the call came in.”
“Give me a minute to change, and I’m on the way.”
“Did I interrupt something?”
“I was on the roof nailing shingles, and I’m only wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt.”
“Sorry about that, but that’s why the taxpayers pay us the big bucks. Just put on a pair of jeans; you’re going to a crime scene, not a fashion show, and you don’t have to dress to impress anyone.”
“Will do, Captain. Thanks.”
He hung up without sa
