CHAPTER 43
Twenty minutes after last call, Powell nosed the Bronco into the loading zone in front of Tana’s building. It was long past two in the morning and Tana had no idea how she going to drag herself into the office a few hours later. She had closed down bars before, hanging out with friends until 2 a.m. but never because she was working on a case with a man twice her age who had yet to come on to her. She was buzzed by what she had discovered in the screen grabs from the security cameras in the theater parking lot, especially since Powell never saw it.
But, of course, there was no way he could have seen it. You had to be there, Tana thought. Just as she was there, courtesy of Helen Mayfield. She had shown Tana what no one had seen, and now she could never forget it. Had LaSalle cru
