Twelve
The moment I was out of Desmond’s office, I took off at a sprint down to the first floor and back out into the open air. I didn’t acknowledge any of my co-workers or the jacketed federal agents milling around the front of the building. I hadn’t even stopped to see if there was anything new with the case. Not that I was allowed to know, but that didn’t stop my curiosity from taking the reins sometimes. How had the interview gone with Preston’s family? Had the lists produced by Mrs. Cho and Mr. Mendoza yielded anything helpful?
I paced back and forth in front of the entrance letting the cool air calm my anger, hands shoved in my jacket pockets, until a uniformed officer I didn’t recognize approached me.
“Can I help you?” she asked. Her tone carried an edge of suspicion.
I moved th
