TWENTY
Tina had been released from hospital with specific instructions not to go back to work, but to rest up for a few days. Tina just nodded and smiled – she was going back to work.
McCall had received a voice message on her cell from Tina requesting: Can you get me out of this hospital please, honey? A short but precise message, one that McCall understood immediately. She knew Tina would want to get back to the office which was just off 1st Avenue – the offices of the Chief medical examiner. McCall had known the CME for some years – a nice man called Clements. He’d been the ME when her father had been on the force.
McCall had found her waiting outside the hospital on a bench with a double cream latte in her hand.
“Hey,” McCall said, pulling up next to the curb.
“Hey,” Tina returned
