Four
Two days of nothing new—always with the clock ticking in her head, though Frank did email her the copies of the missing papers. She didn’t have time to do more than glance at them. A sudden spate of drive-by shootings meant long hours for everyone at the NOCC. No sight, sound, or contact with Logan Ferris, which allowed doubts to set in about the kiss, about what he’d meant about their age difference. About everything.
Heat built into the city, which didn’t seem possible but somehow was, while that clock kept ticking inside her head. Other than the shootings, nothing seemed to be happening with their non-case. Nothing from Sarah either. She did catch an occasional glimpse of Ingrid coming from, or heading to, a new crime scene. The rest of her family was as MIA as Logan Ferris, thou
