FIFTEEN
McCall made it back to the Station House. She had spent most of the morning talking to co-workers about Donald Major. He was well liked and respected that was obvious, but someone had wanted him gone. As she passed the desk sergeant, she shot him a wave and a smile, “Hi Sarge.” The white haired sergeant yelled over the commotion in front of booking.
“Hey McCall, you got a message from Tina.” McCall raced over to take the note, Sam, have something, meet me at my office A.S.A.P. McCall stopped and looked at her watch. It was nearly two o’clock.
“Ok, thanks Sarge.” McCall said with a wink. He smiled and shook his head. His expression faded as the next perp was brought before him.
Sure, she had stuff to do but she could do with some Tina time. Her plan – get some coffees, possibly
