7NEW ARRIVALS
Danny still couldn’t shake the troubling information that Hammond had shared with him.
He walked briskly down Randolph street, his tan trench coat flapping around his legs. It had only been a few days since Hammond had interrupted his dinner at Santori’s. Danny had met Hammond the following morning to review messages that someone had sent to the precinct. They weren’t much different than other angry notes or letters that he’d received before. They were anonymous, usually sent by someone with an axe to grind against the police. Or, it was someone with a warped intention to goad the police. Danny thought that would be all there was to it.
Until this morning.
It was Friday, and Hammond had directed him to arrive at headquarters to review something new that had come in. This
