CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
McCall sat at her desk and re-read the case file. To most, it would seem like a Lee Child or Micheal Connelly novel. Undercover agents, assassin taxi drivers. But it wasn’t, and it was reality. A harsh reality. It was also one of the hardest cases they’d had. Not because of the complexity of it but because of what they had lost.
McCall thumbed her notes on the yellow legal pad. For every opening, they found they also encountered a brick wall. Their John Doe had wound up crispy in Central Park, Brooke Taylor was missing, and the taxi driver had ended up as fish food. Their only lead was Tara, and McCall wasn’t taking any chances there.
She took out a copy of Amber’s reference from her previous employer: top of her class at NYU and a master’s in business administration.
