Chapter 172

INT. - 9TH PRECINCT BULLPEN - AFTERNOON

Gerri dropped the file on her desk, ignoring Mills and her partner as they hustled Gaylene Striker out of the bullpen and toward the elevator. They'd take her to booking where she'd get a chance to call her lawyer. Probably be out on the street again in a matter of an hour. That was, if Daryl Patterson's friends in the department didn't interfere. Gerri doubted he considered Gaylene much of a threat. But if he did step in, that would tell the detective how close she was to the truth.

Sometimes the game made her tired.

Gerri pulled out her chair, glanced up as the elevator opened and a small, jeans clad blonde hurried out and toward her. She hadn't expected to see Kinsey here, not since Jackson's asshole move made it technically illegal for the anthropologist to work on cases with her. Not that it stopped them entirely, but...

She still had to find a suitable way to thank him for being such a prick.