FIFTY-FIVE
McCall was downstairs in the precinct’s gymnasium, kicking the hell out of a punching bag. She needed to let off some steam before going home. It had been a long case for everyone, and the signs were beginning to show. Maybe that’s what the mystery person behind this wanted, to split the team, string everyone out. They had already succeeded in making everyone thin on the ground with the break-in at the morgue and the series of murders all over New York. Tony had been sent home on Administrative leave, but was told to report in every hour by I.A. They wanted him out of sight, out of mind, while they investigated.
Her fists smashed into the bag in quick succession, her mind a torrent of questions. Who had shot Jones and how was he involved? What connected the victims, and why di
