2,121 miles northwest, at her desk in Seattle’s police headquarters, Detective Elizabeth Zimmerman finished typing out her case report on the one she’d finally been able to wrap today. A fatal carjacking two months earlier had given her quite the run. But she’d stayed focused, channeled the dogged determination she had inherited from her father, and the hours tenaciously racked up had finally paid off. She not only caught the man she’d been chasing, but she’d managed to hand Vice an extremely handy piece of intel; they had conducted a raid earlier in the evening that resulted in over three million in cocaine taken off the streets of Seattle.
She had just hit ‘save’ then ‘print’ when her cell phone rang. She glanced at the number. “Hi, daddy,” she said.
“Hey kiddo, what’s up?”
“Just fini
