CHAPER SIXTEEN
The drive back over to Amber Hills took longer than usual, as Kate and DeMarco hit the grinding stream of five o’clock traffic. People were rushing home from work and ambitious students who participated in after-school activities packed buses that all seemed to stagger traffic.
DeMarco took advantage of the situation, not letting the extended drive time sidetrack them.
“I guess now is as good a time as any to let you know that I did a little schoolgirl somersaults when I was told I was coming down here to partner with you,” she said. “And somersaults are not something I do.”
“That’s much better than running away in terror, I suppose,” Kate said.
“No, I mean it. Even when I was still in the academy, I heard stories about you. And then when I started at the Violent Crimes
