Chapter 7Lieutenant Daniel Garcia wanted Falcone and Richards back at the precinct. All of the evidence collected from the Franks' home—the scene of the crime—had been bagged, tagged, and shipped to the county Crime Lab. This included the Franks computer, laptop, and cell phones. Work at the lab was performed in first-in-first-out fashion. Generally, a high priority case, like a triple homicide, would take precedence. The evidence from this case wouldn't get lost in the shuffle. The city mayor and chief of police waited with phones in hand for results. The heat would come down on them all from every direction.
Vincent Falcone lowered the window in the car.
“Didn't you just have a cigarette?” Farrah Richards ground her teeth. She drove with both hands on the wheel, a tight grip, as if it
