TWENTY-SIX
As McCall got off the elevator at the precinct, she saw Tony and Tooms sitting at their desks engaged in an argument about how to shoot someone who was in a crane, while Jenny Thompson sat at her computer, looking through some files. The air was abuzz with the feeling they were getting somewhere.
“Hi guys, what did you find out?” McCall asked, hoping for a short but sweet answer. The two detectives looked over at McCall as she approached. Tony picked up his notebook and flicked through the pages with a curious smirk on his face.
“Well, CSU confirmed the mark was a bullet strike,” Tony said, rocking slightly in his chair, almost as if he was winding himself up for a big finale of bad news. “They used the laser to try and pinpoint the direction of the shot,” suddenly McCall got
