Hot Case
Chapter One
Feathers of fog curled around the hood of my Camaro as I crossed the Chicago River on my
way home. It was one of those weird spring nights when the downtown area looked ghostly,
half-lit skyscrapers rising out of the mists like skeletons.
I was totally exhausted after a long workday and what had felt like a longer family get-together
with my mom and sister. Stifling a yawn, I tried to ignore my cell phone when it trilled and
politely informed me, "You have an incoming call.... You have an incoming call.... You have an
incoming ..."
I had a real love-hate relationship with technology.
I checked the caller ID and sighed wearily as I flipped open my phone. "It's after midnight. This
had better be good, Junior." Junior Diaz was one of my most reliable informants and the only
reason I'd bothered answering.
"Where you at?"
Nice opening. As if this was a social call or something. "I'm on my way home. What's up?"
"You gotta see for yourself, Detective."
"See what?"
"The body. This girl ... she ain't got no blood left. It's all been drained outta ... read full excerpt from: Hot Case ebook
