CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
It was a special sort of hell for Kate to be sitting in her hotel room at 7 o’clock that afternoon, knowing that DeMarco was hard at work down at the precinct. They had parted ways rather awkwardly; it had been clear DeMarco wanted Kate to remain by her side but Kate also knew what was going through the younger agent’s head. This was her opportunity to show Duran that she respected him and his orders—and a chance to prove that she could close a case like this one on her own.
She sat on the bed, eating a takeout pizza and staring at the TV, though not watching it. Her mind was still wrapped tightly around the case. She felt a little bit like a villain, but she was trying to figure out a way to wrap the case even without her official FBI capacity. In the end, if she was
