CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
McCall got off the elevator on the floor that had been specially secured. Two cops stood at the elevator and another two near the suite’s door. Captain Brant had boosted the security due to what had happened to the second witness. The sound of McCall’s footsteps echoed down the hallway due to the ferocity of her pace. She was mad, and it was written all over her face. So much so that the plainclothes cops never stopped her. She held her shield up for all to see, and her eyes fixed on that door to the suite. The door swung open just as Tara was coming from the shower with nothing but a towel around her middle and another round her head. There was a large selection of breakfast dishes laid out on a glass dining table.
“You could knock?” Tara said sharply, shocked at Sa
