Chapter
Twenty-three
It had been the toughest two weeks of Nancy’s life. The
case was s**t, her boss was climbing down her throat every time he saw her, and
somewhere the Elevator r****t was laughing at her. She knew it and had begun
taking the stairs just to avoid seeing the chief. Lucky for her, a conference
in Omaha had kept him out of the station recently, but not far enough away that
he didn’t text her several times a day for a status update. Said the mayor was
climbing up his butt to catch the bastard and s**t rolled downhill. Who knew a
detective could be at the bottom of a s**t pile?
Hell, who didn’t want to catch him worse than she did?
She had to admit that she wasn’t any closer to breaking
the case open and all her leads had dried up. She needed something, anything,
