CHAPTER NINE
After Kim Washington had been released from hospital, she was taken to see McCall at the 11th. Kim didn’t like police stations at the best of times. In fact, the only times she had been in one was to pick up her mom, something that happened too often.
McCall had spoken to the doctor’s and found she was in perfect health considering a slight case of malnutrition. If the chef had beaten her, he had hidden it well, or it had been some time since the last one.
Kim Washington stepped off the elevator at the third floor – the Homicide Division of the 11th precinct. She stood for a moment and looked around as if hoping to find a familiar face in the sea of people. Detectives were either on their phones or darting around after getting that “hot lead.” She felt alone as eyes stared
