“Hope you didn’t spend all night in the rain staking out that address in Highland Park,” Hsu said.
Nick pretended like he was sorting through files, but he was staring through the desk a thousand yards away. He’d forgotten that Hsu knew about Ballantine’s tiny house. And that he had registered with the department that he was staying on-shift to tail DC. Nick didn’t know how to respond. The truth would damn him, but Hsu was adept at dealing with liars. Even his own colleagues.
“Why?” Nick asked.
Hsu handed over a sheet of paper, still warm from the printer. Nick scanned what turned out to be the morning briefing sheet from the Glendale Police Department. They’d found DC’s body.
“Attempted robbery,” Hsu said. Nick looked over the report, but it was light on details. He was trying to rema
