He had called JJ ten minutes ago and the numb-nuts still hadn’t shown up in that fancied-up Firebird he called a police car. His chest hurt and he could feel pain settling into his shoulders. He hoped Murphy stepped on the gas and got there quick. This was his kind of stuff, not an old man’s job ...
Bill Goldberg had halfheartedly attempted to get her to change her mind, but in the end she was like any other reporter Jack had ever met—hardheaded and secretive. She had finally said that, as she wasn’t under arrest, she was going back inside to change, and then go to work, and would they all p...