CHAPTER FOURMarvia Plum turned in her cruiser at Berkeley police headquarters and dragged herself upstairs.
She was suddenly bone-weary. She wasn’t surprised at that, but she was surprised at how deep was the hole that she felt she’d fallen into. The adrenaline rush of the run to KRED and the feeling of getting back to work had lifted her to the heights, and now that the adrenaline rush had ended she crashed like a cocaine addict when the drug wore off.
She felt stiff. She pushed herself into the gym. No one was using the heavy bag, so she pulled on a pair of gloves, blessing the genius who invented Velcro, then stood and pounded the bag to work off the soreness and help her relax. She locked up her uniform and equipment and luxuriated in a long, hot shower. She scrubbed her close-croppe
