Chapter Thirty-Nine
Camila stood in the center of her examination room, looking satisfied.
The long exam table was empty, but a circle of data windows depicting analysis results and images from the blast sites surrounded her. She stood there, arms crossed, staring at Erik.
Malcolm sat in a nearby chair, poring through his own data windows and ignoring the two detectives who had just strolled in.
This time, the two support staff hadn’t been on the verge of making out.
“We haven’t shaken much loose from the suspects,” Jia explained. “So I hope you have something good. We’ve got a lot of momentum on this case now.”
After the initial shock of learning Camila worked with the Intelligence Directorate had worn off, Jia had begun to see the advantages.
She wasn’t just a trained doctor, but
