CHAPTER FOUR
“You can’t do that,” Bryers said the moment they were back in the car, he taking the wheel.
“I can’t do what?”
He sighed and tried his best to seem sincere rather than disciplinary. “I know you’ve probably never been in this exact situation before, but you can’t tell the family of a victim that no, the killer isn’t going to get away. You can’t give them hope if there is none. Hell, even if there is hope, you can’t say something like that.”
“I know,” she said, disappointed. “I knew it the moment the word was out of my mouth. I’m sorry.”
“No need for apologies. Just try to keep your head on straight. Got it?”
“Got it.”
Because Bryers knew the city better than Mackenzie, he drove them to the Department of Public Transportation. He drove with some urgency and requested that
