Stripped
"YOU HAVE TO CALL HER."
Mac Mancusi stood, eyes focused on his perp on the other side of the one-way mirror. The jackass was forcing his hand. With teeth grinding until his jaw ached, Mac cursed. There had to be another way to save this case before it was flushed down the crapper, his career along with it.
"I don't have to do anything, Fernandez. Last time I checked, I was still the chief of detectives in this department. Or did your sorry ass somehow get promoted by the new mayor when I was wiping his footprints off my back?"
Through the reflection in the glass, Mac watched Lt. Rick Fernandez run his hand through his thick hair.
"Boss, I'm just saying… We all know the mayor's been riding you since the election. His smarmy staff boys have been sniffing around the precinct all week, hunting for some damning shit to leak to the press. If this drug bust doesn't happen, you can kiss your job goodbye."
Mac forced his words through his tight lips. "I know the stakes."
"Then why are you waiting around? Call the bruja!" Sounded so easy. Call the witch who'd ripped his heart out, filleted it, then served it on an Italian roll with onio ... read full excerpt from: Stripped ebook
