Yeah. Bad timing. Carl waved toward the house. Shall we?
Do you want to borrow my car? Stella asked.No. I don’t want it recognized. I can take my bike.
What if it rains again?And in the hands of a killer.He opened his phone and called Stella to give her the bad news.
Oh no. She quickly masked the distress in her voice. I’ll send a forensic team to her apartment. Maybe they’ll turn up some prints.But they both knew they wouldn’t find any.
The kitchen window was locked when I got here, Mac said. I’m going to the dialysis center to see if I can sweet talk any information out of them.
I’ll trace Gianna’s phone, and we’ll put out an alert on her, Stella said.Then you would be right. Brody slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flipped it open, showed his badge, and stowed it back in his jacket. He had no doubt the big dude saw his off-duty weapon on his hip. But there’s no need for this to go any further. I’m taking my friend out of here. You can enjoy the rest of your evening.
But Brody, he said cops were pussies. Chet pressed forward.Brody stopped him with a hand on his chest. Everyone is entitled to his opinion.
See? Cops are pussies. Mr. Big reached out. He shoved Chet’s shoulder. Pussy.Chet threw the first punch. Stepping between them, Brody blocked it with his shoulder. He put his back to Chet and faced the biker. This was getting out of hand fast. He sent a silent prayer of thanks that he’d sent Hannah outside.