CHAPTER FORTY
McCall was pissed. The last report she had gotten was at the subway where Tara had got off the train at East 143rd Street. The techs had come through and traced the text. The message was obvious, but even before that, McCall had a gut feeling about the woman. The ‘tail’ had lost Tara at the top of the stairs, and now it was up to Traffic to find where she may have gone.
The cynical detective knew that Tara was travelling light on cash, so that removed the possibility of her taking a cab. Unfortunately, the techs could only find the text. The number she sent it too was taking time to find. McCall paced up and down, growling under her breath at another stroke of bad luck.
She stopped and looked at the murder board. There were too many bodies on there for her liking and not e
