CHAPTER THIRTEEN
McCall had put a request into Traffic for any CCTV footage around the diner. The description they had gotten from Bob made no sense. If their John Doe had something to do with the murder of Amber, why was he walking around half a day later covered in blood?
This whole case was making no sense. She stared up at the murder board to see if there was something that they had overlooked. From the corner of her eye, something moved, causing her to look over. Steel approached with two steaming coffee cups. She smiled as he placed them down on the comical coasters that sat happily on her desk. Steel pausing slightly before covering the coasters, the yellow ‘smilies’ all had different expressions. There was a stack of them next to a photograph of her with her mom and dad. It appea
