CHAPTER THIRTY
Avery’s call to Delores Moon had gone to voicemail. She’d left a message and then followed with a text: Contact me ASAP. Potentially urgent. Without her red strobe siren—an attachment that she’d started to use, the very same emergency light that Ramirez had always referred to as the Red Bubble—she realized she’d draw the attention of any cops in the area. She ran red lights and broke the speed limit all the way back into the city. And once again, she was able to recall how much she had loved the thrill of pursuit once upon a time.
When she pulled into the parking lot of Kellaway’s apartment building, Avery’s phone rang. She saw Kellaway standing on her stoop, waiting for her, and flashed her headlights at her. Dawn was on its way but had not yet done enough to eliminate th
