Chapter 22
Paul Kitka was tired. Tired of the brass and their bullshit, he thought. And if he was tired, he had to think Dace was beyond tired. He’d at least had some sleep.
He leaned over to his boss. “Can we send the brass home?” he murmured. “And have someone arrest those two sons of bitches?”
Wyckoff glanced up at him out of the corner of his eye. He looked grim. Paul wondered what that meant.
“Gentlemen, I think we can wrap things up?” Wyckoff said. “Chief Newsome, you can contact the task force leader, Captain James McGuire, to arrest Dawson and Petroski on charges of kidnapping, assault and murder. And we can begin to trace those who have enabled the two of them.”
“Well,” Commander Carlson said uncomfortably, “I can’t turn Dawson and Petroski over until we’ve conducted our own
