FIFTY-SEVEN
McCall rose early the next morning, to the sound of bird song and the faint sound of the dumpster trucks making their early morning rounds. She climbed out of the comfort of her bed and put on her running gear as she decided to go for a run before work, to blow off some steam. McCall found the morning fresh air and quiet would help her to think. The roller coaster ride of the past thirteen days had begun to wear everyone down. To some people, the killer had been caught, and the case was closed. However, Tony was in trouble, he was being framed for not just Jones’s death but anyone that they could tie the gun to. As he struggled to protect the victims, Agent Jones had found something out, and he had been silenced to keep it hidden. These people were clearinghouse and they woul
