Terin
WHEN I GOT into my car, I noticed that Walters had called and left a message. Bronson had been fired, but I was still suspended.
You still have your job, I reminded myself.
I called him back, mainly because I still wanted to know about the caller on the gas station video.
“They’re still working on it,” he replied.
“Why is it taking so long?”
“It’s not a priority.”
“What about Ronnie’s murder? Have they figured out who did it yet?”
He didn’t answer right away. When he did, I felt like someone had hit me in the gut.
“I can’t share the information with you, O’Brien. I think you know why.”
“Why? Does it have something to do with the Gold Vipers?”
“I can’t get into it with you. You’re off the case, too. For obvious reasons.”
“I understand,” I replied, knowing I’d disappointed
