“They can wait until Taggart is in custody,” I snapped.
“You can’t avoid them forever,” Desmond offered, still facing away from the rest of us.
“I’m not. Work comes first. If they want to work with me, fine. But they have to know that I’m a cop first.”
He turned on his heel to face me. “We still need to show you something. Come on.”
“We aren’t leaving Kevin alone,” I blurted.
“He’s coming with us,” Jacquie said. On cue, Kevin stood and held his hands loosely at his sides, no doubt doing his best to show that he wasn’t a threat anymore.
It was only as I followed Jacquie and Desmond up the spiral staircase that I noticed Kevin’s change of clothes. It was a good move. It would be hard to explain how he’d been in the same set of clothes for five years when we brought him to the precinct
