Chapter 62

Alexa Pulaski walked past him and said, her voice low, “This sucks, McCann. The captain is a shit.”

Doyle felt that Pulaski wasn’t just speaking for herself and, in this whole mess, that made him feel at least something good had happened.

Then, placing the box under one arm, he turned back to look at the office where he’d worked for so long. The room was silent but no longer as cold as it had been. He turned around and took the old wooden stairs down to the first floor and left it all behind.

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For a long time, Doyle stood in the station house doorway, as if he were looking for the right way to proceed. Peering at the parking lot, memories came flooding back. He’d headed out for more assignments than he could remember from this parking lot. He’d ridden on those assignments with two partners before Kord. It was here that he’d returned when those assignments were over, including the one that ended in the Incident.