CHAPTER EIGHT
Keri felt like breaking something. As she stared at the tiny piece of equipment on Detective Manny Suarez’s desk back at the Pacific Division station, she had the urge to pull out the butt of her gun and smash the small contraption into dust.
Instead, she took a long, slow deep breath, let her frustration pass, and asked her question as calmly as she could.
“And where did CSU find this again?”
“Right above the front door of Dean Chisolm’s house,” Suarez said. “It’s a motion activated security camera and it’s Internet-connected. That must be how this Chiqy guy knew you were coming to the warehouse. He would have seen you questioning Sammy Chisolm and assumed the kid would break at some point.”
“Wow,” Keri said, impressed despite herself. “We showed up at Chisolm’s house j
