“No. I would have told you earlier.”
“Right. Someone was down here and told security we were
done.”
“Not me.”
“Okay—”
“Wait, the cleaning ladies said there was another officer
on the scene before me. Said the officer ran after someone. I asked dispatch if
someone else was on scene.”
“And?”
“I got busy and never got an answer.”
“Follow up on that, Torres.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Nancy released the man and turned him around. “You,” she
said, pointing to him. “Keep everyone,” she waved her hands around the foyer,
“from walking through this crime scene.”
The rent-a-cop questioned her again. “But he said you were
all finished here. So you’re not done?”
“No s**t. Why do you think I’m here? I’m the detective
investigating the attack.”
****
Nancy had had her fill of Greyson Hollister th
