CHAPTER FIVE
Morgan followed Danielle as she walked up to the uniformed police officer standing outside the crime scene tape that cordoned off the small parking lot and watched as she showed him her badge.
“Right. Detective Sheehan said to expect you.” He took a step back to allow them both in, giving Morgan only a slightly curious glance.
The lot was shaped like an L with the short base of it tucked around the back of a building that held a cell phone repair shop. It would have been closed, of course, at the time of the attack. It was a small brick building with bars on the windows and a prominent sign showing that it was monitored 24/7 by an alarm company. Morgan wondered if the sign was a fake. As far as he could see, there were no security cameras. Everyone had those these days. Hal
