![]() ![]() “Got anything yet?” Trammell asked, frustration plain in his voice as he hung up the telephone. What had happened to Nadine Vinick should never happen to anyone, but it really pissed him off that Marlie Keen had all but rubbed his nose in her knowledge of it. Usually Trammell handled this part of the job better than he did, being more patient, but this time he had set himself to it with grim determination. Dane had spent the last few hours involved in the first two activities. Dane turned back to his.ĭetective work was mostly boring it involved a lot of talking on the telephone, going through papers, or going out to talk to people race-to-face. Freddie patted him again, this time on the shoulder, and went about her business. “It wasn’t pretty.” An understatement if he’d ever made one. “Anything we can do to help, any leads we can run down? We have our own cases, but from what I’ve heard, the scene Saturday morning was straight out of a horror movie.” ![]() “I’ll live, but Worley’s doing all the driving while I have to take this stuff.” Worley was her partner. It was an abscess, so now I’m having a root canal.” I’m up to my eyeteeth in antibiotics and painkillers, no pun intended. “Sorry,” she said blithely, giving Trammell a smile of greeting when he looked up from the telephone that had been welded to his ear for most of the morning. ![]()
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