EIGHT
McCall crashed down exhausted into her desk chair, looking at the pile of folders on the edge of her desk, she knew it wasn’t going to get easier. Stacked up on the end of her desk were hosts of homicides that uniforms had written up quickly and which required investigation. The four files were a mix of robbery gone wrong to accidental electrocution. All these were recent, and the crime scenes still taped up. She leant back in her chair and looked for enlightenment, none came. McCall forced herself out of the chair and headed for the coffee room, “I need coffee,” she mumbled to herself. As she marched in, she saw Tony and Tooms sitting at the small table, sipping on their fresh coffees and discussing what Steel might be doing on the cruise.
“I am telling you, man, he’s probably g
