I want to head to the hospital to check on Isaac, but the chief and deputy chief are blowing up my cell. I don’t have to answer to know that they want another press conference—stat. Surely the people in this city are already tired of seeing my face on TV every other day. Lord knows that I’m tired of being seen. Captain Johnson made it look so easy. Of course, he was crooked as hell too. “Oh. Good. You’re here,” Officer Foye says, poking his head through my door. “We got a hit on one of your cases.” He plops a folder down on my desk. “Which case?” “The three bodies from Hemp’s liquor store.” I blink up at him and finally swipe my mouth. “Hemp’s? I don’t know anything about that case.” “I dropped off a copy of the case file this morning.” He gazes over my cluttered desk and then plucks out another folder. “Here it is.” I take the folder with sickening dread. The hits keep on coming. “Officers Coleman and Hendrix are working it.” “All right.
