CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It took three different calls, but Kate eventually got Duran on the phone. She was bounced back and forth between Logan, Duran’s receptionist, and then, after ten minutes of waiting, a return call from Duran. She’d expected him to sound a little flustered and maybe annoyed that she was pestering him so soon after his offer of coming in on a part-time basis.
Surprisingly, though, he seemed happy to hear from her. “Look, Wise…I know you miss the work and you loved seeing me the other day, but let’s give it some time, okay?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Kate said. “Look, I have a favor to ask. And maybe one that’s going to piss you off.”
She heard a sigh on his end of the line before he responded. “You already heard about the second murder, I take it?”
“I have,” she said. “
