CHAPTER SEVEN
Without any precinct resources, Avery had to rely on the same basic tools as everyone else on the planet. So over a cup of coffee and a few stale bagels she had found in Ramirez’s pantry, she pulled up Google and went to work. Because of the case files she’d brought over with her, she already knew the names of three professors who had worked closely with Howard during his time at Harvard. One of them had passed away last year, leaving only two potential sources. She typed their names into Google, clicked her way to the Departments and Staff pages, and saved their numbers into her phone.
As she worked, Rose ambled into the kitchen. She made exaggerated sniffing noises as she headed for the coffeemaker.
“Coffee. Good.”
“How’d you sleep?” Avery asked.
“Like crap. And dude…i
