Crimes Of Memory (A Detective Jackson Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Schak’s desk was six feet from Jackson’s in a space crowded with several more desks and a half dozen filing cabinets. The odd vertical panels around the exterior of the building limited the natural light from the windows. But the violent crimes area was as familiar and comfortable as his own home. “Should we make him wait?” Jackson asked. Earlier they’d waited twenty minutes for Patrick to finish in the bathroom before hauling the whining suspect into the precinct. Schak had taken the suspect into the interrogation room while Jackson picked up coffee. “Make who wait?” Evans walked in, her hair damp and her forehead creased in irritation. She was still attractive. “Patrick Brennan. He’s in the interrogation room.” “Good.” She gestured at their Full City cups. “Where is my coffee?” “Sorry. I didn’t know you were here.” Jackson would have gladly traded his coffee for one of her little Provigil energy tablets, but he didn’t dare ask in front of Schak. Evans found an empty cup on her desk and held it out.
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