Chapter 20
“Guess what just went missing,” Leona Edwards was standing in front of Marcus Reynolds’ desk. Her jacket was draped over her desk chair in their cramped office. Her shoulder holster was pulling her white dress shirt tight in all the right places.
All the blood from his brain is what had just gone missing. He forced his gaze up to her dark eyes.
“Rafe went missing last week. Kate Stark and Harold Merritt yesterday. Next thing to go will be all of our evidence on this screwed up case. Then our jobs, and we can finally rest in peace in the back alley of forgotten FBI agents.”
“Nice try,” Leona dropped a single-sheet printout on his desk.
It was past midnight. They should have knocked off hours ago, but when a national celebrity went missing in the middle of a double homicide,
