CHAPTER FIVE
As their taxi carried them towards the ten-foot, red brick wall, Dakota could feel her nerves returning. She managed to keep her emotions in check, though, as she thanked the driver, paid him, then joined Marcus on the curb to face the wall encircling their second crime scene.
She nodded, pointing against the gray skyline. “Crane,” she said.
Marcus followed her indicating finger and frowned. “I see it,” he murmured. He shot her a look. “The body is at the coroner's, but they left the metal sculpture intact.”
The two of them approached a metal gate where two police officers stood next to a parked cruiser.
“How's it goin'?” Marcus called out, raising a hand. The cops eyed the giant with skeptical expressions.
“You feds?” one of them asked.
Dakota nodded. Marcus flashed a
