Chapter 14Falcone knocked on the War Room door before opening it. Officer Shirley Middlebrook still sat at the table, hands still folded in her lap. Her eyes on the wall. There was something guilty to her posture. Back straight. Shoulders back.
Richards walked into the War Room behind Falcone. He casually made his way back to the table.
Richards said, “Sorry we kept you waiting.”
“It's not a problem.” Middlebrook's eyes passed over Richards and Falcone, went to the wall, and then dropped, looking down into her lap.
Falcone took note of where Middlebrook had been looking. The clock hung from a nail on the wall. It was a traditional schoolhouse style clock with a white face and black numbers. Countless days he spent in elementary school watching the second hand sweep the face, anxious fo
