CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kate met DeMarco at the airport at 5:45 after catching a few hours of sleep at a hotel near the precinct. She filled DeMarco in on everything she had learned since they last spoke, ending it all with the speculations she’d had after revisiting the files from the case in Georgia twenty-four years ago. She did it while fighting off grogginess. Yes, she could spar in a boxing ring and work as a well-rounded agent, but one thing age was not being kind to her about was in regards to sleep. After fifty-five, she apparently needed at least a solid six hours.
“I see why you might go there,” DeMarco said. “But then that means you also need to apply that same filter to the Nobilini murders. We’ve been working to prove that they’re linked but I think this, if anything, might work
