CHAPTER FIVE
Carrie Potts sat down opposite the stressed-looking yacht club manager who was the last of her three interviews. The pressure was on, because this was her first murder case. Up until now, the cases she’d handled had been related to d**g trafficking and money laundering.
She took a moment to prepare, making sure her training protocols were firmly entrenched in her mind. She was going to succeed in this. She had to succeed.
Her father’s words rang in her mind. “Carrie, I can’t believe you’re going into the FBI. As a woman, too? It’s unacceptable! Endangering yourself – and for what reason? Becoming some sort of glorified policeman, when you have a business brain? You got the highest grades in university. You’re our only child and I always saw you taking over our law firm one
