CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ilse's boat maneuvered through the rain, speeding beneath dark clouds casting a wide net across the morning horizon. It was as if the night had followed her, through the hours, through the crisp morning, refusing to stop hounding her heels.
Her windshield wipers whipped back and forth, cutting the moisture dappled across the glass. Her heart quickened with each rapid fall of the blades.
Ahead, also veering through traffic, heading towards the city, she spotted the angry red glare of Sawyer's taillights.
It seemed strange to take two separate cars to the same crime scene. And yet something about the distance felt appropriate. She was fond of Agent Sawyer, but how much did she really even know about him?
This morning was the perfect example. He'd come along with her on
