Chapter 62
One thing that Marcus hated even more than having to speak to the Secret Service every time he called Kate Stark was having one now show up on his tail.
“No,” José Osgood had assured him, “I’m not here to take over your case. I’m simply an observer to assist if I can.” And he hadn’t quite shoved Marcus and Leona aside, but it was close.
Now the three of them, an NYPD detective, and a garbage truck driver stood in a circle at the back of a reeking truck in midtown. The driver smelled no better than his vehicle and was grousing about who was, “gonna make sure I gets overtime for sittin’ here on my ass. Got a route, buddy. They pay me by the route, not for the fuckin’ sittin’ around and shittin’ with you fuckers. This thing was weird and I called it in, but anything else you fuc
