CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mackenzie had barely been scouring the site for ten minutes when Bryers received a call. Not only had the body of the dead man been identified as Trevor Simms, a father of two and married for ten years, but the family had already been notified. They were obviously devastated but they were also eager to speak to someone who might be able to find out what had happened.
They got into Bryers’s car, Mackenzie taking the wheel, and sped to the Simms residence. While they made the drive fifteen minutes south of Quantico, Bryers tended to several e-mails and calls regarding the case. As they got closer to the Simms residence, they received more information; bit by bit, Mackenzie started to make connections and was slowly able to form some sort of shape out of the chaos.
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