Puzzles and Prayers
Brooklyn, New York
It took twenty minutes to get back to the station, Frankie arriving just before Sherri and Lou. She climbed the steps, staying behind Lou all the way to the second floor. “You want anything to drink, Mazzetti?”
“Water.”
“I’ll get it. Tell Donovan I’m getting him a coffee.” Sherri returned a minute later, shaking her head as she sat at her desk, next to Lou. “Jackson’s lying. I don’t know about what yet, but something.”
“I don’t think she had anything to do with it,” Lou said.
Sherri pulled out her desk drawer, took out a tablet and pen, poised to write. “Is that your d**k talking? Because I thought that little b***h did nothing but lie. I can’t point to anything specific, but she lied.” Sherri turned to Frankie. “And you, I’m ashamed of you. Tha
