“I repeat. What the hell is going on here?” Porter rubbed his wrist after Colt released it, then pointed to Lainey. “You might oughta ask her. I was minding my own damn business, enjoying a brew or two, and she comes on to me.” “Bullshit!” Lainey ex...
It was the security footage taken from the cameras in the cell block on the night Gino Bernardi was murdered. Thank God those cameras had been working. He watched a dark-haired woman in a police uniform shoot the prisoner as he jumped off the cot and scrambled around his cell trying unsuccessfull...