“There has been another murder.”
Travis straightened up in his chair, back protesting after being slumped so long over the paperwork scattered across the desk. “Where’s it at?”
“The Convention Center,” Virgil answered, already up and gathering his badge and weapon. “Downtown units had a call come in from one of the Center’s staff. Body was found in the middle of the stage.”
“Is it similar to the scene at the Boneyard?” He scooped his pistol out of the bottom most desk drawer and holstered it. Damned thing felt heavier than it really was. “Or is it something else?”
Virgil shook his head. “Captain Faolan patched me into the call as soon as the request for our presence was made. There were enough preliminary details to match Mr. Mitchell’s death.”
Patching Virgil into a call without him
