CHAPTER TWELVE
“You know,” Kate said as she drove DeMarco to the closest Holiday Inn, “you don’t need me to crack this. You’re capable of doing it on your own.”
“I know,” she said. “But if I’m being honest, I just don’t like the way Director Duran thinks he can just yank and pull you around like he wants. You went what…a month without him calling at all? And now he sends you out here to check out these murders and then expects you to shift gears and abandon the case at the drop of a hat?”
“Oh, I feel the frustration, too,” Kate said. “But there’s a really bizarre working arrangement with me coming back from retirement. Until something more concrete is established, I can’t rock the boat too much.”
“I imagine it’s a little easier to be back in DC, though, right?” DeMarco asked. “I mean,
