Seven
The sun had faded from most of the sky by the time we pulled up at the corner of St. James Street and Berkley Street. It wasn’t far from the theater district and one of the numerous law schools that Boston boasted. Like the other two scenes, it was well traveled, even on a weekend. Before I climbed out of the car, I took quick stock of the security cameras that were visible. There weren’t nearly as many as at the previous scenes but it was likely that one had captured the killers in action. I fully expected the footage to be corrupted like the others, but that didn’t matter. If I could manage to fix one set, I could do all three.
The moment I stepped out of the car, bile burbled into my throat and I ducked back in. Jacquie was already halfway to where Tricia bent over a body. I swa
