CHAPTER TWELVE
Back at the station, Hall invited her in for coffee. It was inching in near one o’clock in the afternoon and Mackenzie wanted to be back on the road no later than four, but she accepted. She thought it might be borderline cruel to make Detective Hall relive the hell he’d lived through eight years ago and then just leave him to his thoughts.
As she sat down in his office and he handed her a cup from the Keurig in the corner of the room, it was as if he read her thoughts. He sat down and let out a deep sigh.
“I imagine you want to get back to Seattle as quickly as possible,” he said. “While you were hanging back at the last unit, I called ahead and had one of the officers get together the information on any family members of the victims that are still around here. As it tur
