At the county coroner’s office on North Mission, we find Belinda Frost closing up the body in autopsy room four. She looks up at our entrance. “You missed all the fun.” “Looks like it.” Sloan leads the way across the room and stands next to Frost. Sherry’s brown hair looks almost damp, clinging t...
the next morning, after completing my three-hundred-meter sprint at Westwood Park in sixty seconds. It wasn’t as fast as I was hoping, but I still got a total of twenty-one points across all the tests, enough to put me in the same league physically as the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team. Mission accomp...
I brief him on the meeting with the Raymonds. “So we definitely have the necklace,” he says. “It’s our guy. He carved the crude tattoos on those Michigan girls to relive Sally-Anne’s murder.” “Mmm.” He pauses. “What’s Carter like?” “Good. He’s being very helpful.” “Anderson, watch yourself.” That...