"He's still out there," she said flatly. "Campos was a messenger. The man who ordered the hit—the one who collects women like business cards—he sent me that photograph. He's daring me."
Veronica placed the drive on his desk. "Trace it, or I go to Media." good morning.veronica
She didn't wait for his answer. She was already walking toward her battered Fiat, the same one she'd driven into a river three months ago chasing a suspect. The water had almost won. But Veronica had learned to hold her breath longer than most. "He's still out there," she said flatly