Chapter 4
Shortly after noon, the phone on his desk rang. Will let his gaze drift toward the black handset and stared at it a full minute. It wasn’t a true ring, nothing long and lusty—just two quick chirps, a pause, then another birdlike duet. It took him a moment to recognize the ring of an internal call. Maybe it was Sorensen, telling him to pack it in for the day. A glimmer of hope rose in him at the thought, and he snagged the receiver. “What?”
“Detective Moore,” the dispatcher sighed. Janine. “Look, about this morning, I’m really sorry—”
“f**k it,” he growled. He heard a sharp intake of breath and knew he should watch his language but couldn’t be bothered to do so. “Is that the only reason you called me?”
With an annoyed sigh, Janine admitted, “I have a young fellow here who want
