Angus nodded. “You’re right.”
“You’re obsessive, and you’re just getting your drinking under control. If this isn’t Lassiter, and that tattoo is a coincidence, then why take on the HDD right now?” West released him, his gaze again straying to the poor woman on the ground.
Fields slid his phone back into his pocket. “The boss says no way. You have a full docket of work, and he said to get back to it. We’ll call you if we need you.”
Angus turned on his heel and shoved his hands in his pockets, striding down the alley. A light rain began to fall, cold and angry.
His team members flanked him.
Wolfe sighed. “We’re not letting this go, are we?”
“Not a chance in hell,” Angus said. “Call everyone in. We have a new case.” He ducked under the crime tape, walking away from death.
For now.