CHAPTER FOUR
Dakota adjusted her tray, clicking it into place. She made sure her seat was upright and shot a sidelong glance at Agent Clement. Marcus had brought his own snacks for their flight, and the small bag of fruit gummies littered the gray folding table. He also leaned back in their economy seat, giving himself ample room for his ample frame.
He'd unbuttoned his suit and had yet to notice the gummy that had landed on his belly. The two of them took completely different approaches to air travel.
Marcus adjusted the screen of his computer and clicked through the crime scene photos, his expression of distaste growing with each image.
“Bizarre,” he muttered. “Truly odd.”
Dakota was no longer paying attention to the murder scenes, but rather was paying closer attention to the image
