Josephine eyed the deep lines gridlocking the fed’s face. Sam Walker stretched his mouth grimly, shook his head, blue eyes lacking any real spark. “Not anymore.” He called Nicholl to say they were on their way back inside. Vince hovered as her shadow and suddenly she was grateful. They started walking toward the concrete-and-glass building, flags snapping behind them with sharp cracks in the brisk wind. Walker touched her elbow with his hand and all Josie could really think about was the big gap at her side where Marsh should be. And that freaked her out. “There was another murder?” Vince’s deep voice rumbled like a bulldozer. Walker glanced over his shoulder at the ex-SEAL. Nodded, but didn’t give any details. Cold stole over her flesh. Maybe if she’d remembered sooner, or admitted following her mother all those years ago, none of these women would be dead. They passed through security, where Vince surrendered his weapon, before entering the building’s atrium. The doors of an elevator opened and a group of people poured out.
