CHAPTER TWELVE
A drive that should have taken her six hours ended up only taking a little over five. As she had passed through each individual county, she had called the local PDs, gave them her badge number and the license plate number of her rental, and informed them that she was speeding back to Omaha. She arrived just before 7:30 in the morning, the speedy trip having invigorated her.
The crime scene was located behind an old grocery store—a Super Saver, if Mackenzie was reading the faded logo on the front of the building correctly. She parked her car alongside the few others that were just in front of a section of cracked and faded parking lot that had been cordoned off with yellow crime scene tape. As she parked, she saw Ellington speaking into a cell phone amidst several other men
