Early in the afternoon, Mac stood in the office of the Tuscon Animal Shelter, looking at the dead woman on the ground. The familiar rigid yellow foam was protruding from the victim’s mouth and nose.
She fought to control the rage and despair that needed release. She wanted to be by herself and smash something, but as the task force leader, she had to set an example for the others. George Jenkins and Dan Felty stood with her and were equally enraged.
A piece of computer paper was on the desk, with the empty FoamX can acting as a paperweight. The taunting nature of the note made them especially angry.
“Raiding my home won’t stop me. Amber is only dead because of you. Evan”
“Raiding my home won’t stop me. Amber is only dead because of you. Evan”Mac knew better than to feel responsible for
