Short Excerpt

“I requested your transfer because we found one of these left with both of the victims’ bodies.”

The bag stuck to Leigh's fingers as she studied the army man cocooned inside the plastic. Her heart shot into her throat. A green infantryman with his rifle held overhead. Her awareness wandered to the toy soldier she’d taken from her childhood home all those years ago, still in her pocket. She’d rubbed Troy’s name from the bottom a long time ago.

But carved into the base of the infantryman left at this scene read a series of letters.

L-E-I-G-H.

The world threatened to rip straight out from under her.

Livingstone penetrated her peripheral vision. “You can see now why we might be interested in what you have to say about this case, Agen’ Brody.” Blair cocked her head to one side. “You’ve never gone up against me.”