CHAPTER SIX
“What's going on, Mayfield?” Bill Sutter demanded hotly. Rebecca had shut off her cell phone ringer when she went into Carolina Fontana's apartment, but while there she had felt it vibrate every five minutes. Once outside, she found a flurry of missed calls from her partner.
“I'm sorry, Bill,” she said as she and Richie walked along the sidewalk towards her SUV.
“I need you here! We're the weekend on-call team!”
“Any new cases?”
“Not yet, but at any minute—”
“I know! I'm sick, but I'll be there as soon as I can.”
“Sick? Then why the hell didn't you answer the door when I sent Mike Hennessy over to check on you?” Sutter yelled into the phone. She had never heard him that angry before, but then, she had never before done anything to make him angry at her. She held the phon
