Lieutenant George Hastings, a cool-headed, quick-thinking police detective, leapt to the forefront of the St. Louis Police Department when two beat cops were gunned down, and he led the joint FBI/police taskforce that caught the killer. Now he is back at work with the FBI on a new case: Cordelia...
“Hey,” Elliott said, “What’d you find out?” Elliott did not seem at all embarrassed. My, my. Hastings thought of the dumbass who had lectured Bobby Cain on keeping your cool. He silently counted to five so he wouldn’t pitch Justin Elliott out the window. He was aware of Cain watching him. Hasting...
He vaguely remembered waking at six or seven in the morning, the room still dark but a hint of gray at the window, and a nurse came in and gave him a shot of something. He wanted to ask her to tell his daughter he was fine and that he would be home later, but then he fell back asleep. When he nex...
They read him his rights but did not put him in handcuffs. They told him that he could have a lawyer appointed for him if he couldn’t afford one, and he shook his head during that part. And after that was out of the way, he talked to them quite freely, not so much as a man wanting to confess but ...