Chapter 10: Cold Cases
Chapter 10
Cold Cases
I got up before five and headed to the park. I had all intentions of jogging but my leg was still sore as hell. I walked instead, hoping that would be enough to start my metabolism for the day. After finishing, I got a shower and cut some fresh cantaloupe, then headed to work. For the first fifteen minutes I focused on wishing that cantaloupe had been wrapped in prosciutto, but soon shook that off and concentrated on the case I had in mind—Betty Carlisle, the young black girl. Definitely not Mason, that case was too brutal.
When I finally got to the office, I took the stairs to the second floor two at a time. Carol was already at her desk. “Morning, Carol. Nice day.”
“I love new members of homicide. Always so enthusiastic and positive.”
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