THIRTY-FOUR
McCall arrived back at the 11th with Simon Roberts. She led him into one of the briefing rooms where he could work in peace. Roberts thanked her and got to work. His eyes were wide with excitement at being a consultant for the NYPD. McCall crossed the bullpen floor and headed for the break room, on the way she passed her desk and got her porcelain mug from the bottom drawer. The floor was busier than normal with phones ringing off the hook at the desks of detectives, who were out in the field, and other detectives darting here and there, trying to do twelve things at once. As soon as McCall entered the break room, the bitter smell of their new brand coffee filled her nostrils and she let out a sigh of contentment. She poured a cup and savoured the aroma; she hadn’t had a coffe
