~Cappie~
Cappie “Sh!t! Dammit! Okay, fine! I will have him brought in for questioning!”
Slamming the phone down on my desk, I rub my hand over my face. The results of the bullets came back. They match the ones used on Captain Davis, Miller, and Jenny. The same bullets match practice rounds from Ethan Brown’s gun when he registered it.
We started a program where registered guns had to be fired and the practice rounds were kept on record. That way, we could find guns used in crimes or trace them back to their criminal owners.
Surely, a man of his caliber wouldn’t be that stupid! But if that is the evidence, what the hell am I supposed to do? Witch reported just this morning that he stayed over last night, but that he didn’t see her office. How long before Christa’s cover is blown?
F@ck!
