“Trainer’s waiting. He wants my workouts done before the heat comes up.”
“You on the track?”
“Gym,” Jannie said. “I’m being introduced to Olympic weight lifting.”
“You’re going to be one of those bodybuilders?” my grandmother asked. “They’re not fast.”
“No, Nana,” Jannie said. “This is exactly the opposite of bodybuilding. The Olympic lifts require every muscle in your body to engage and fire. So doing them in addition to running will get me much stronger and more explosive, and it’ll do it without making my body look freakish.”
“Oh, well, that’s good,” Nana Mama said. “No freakish in this family.”
I smiled through another yawn, poured myself coffee. Bree rinsed the dishes and got ready to leave. I followed her into the front hallway.
“Why are you in such a rush?” I asked.
“Chief Michaels texted me, asked me to be in his office by nine.”
“For what?”
“To brief the mayor and the commissioner. How do I look?”
“Like a badass crime fighter.”
Bree smiled at that, pecked me on the lips, and said, “Thanks for making my life easier.”
“Anytime. Day or night.”
Chapter
23
The murders of Aaron Peters, Tom McGrath, and Edita Kravic were put on the back burner after the massacre. Chief Michaels ordered virtually the entire Major Case Unit to work on the factory slayings.
The FBI put another ten agents on the case. The help of the DEA was enlisted as well. A task-force meeting was called for early that afternoon in a room normally used for patrol roll call.
The room was packed when Chief Michaels came in; he was followed by Ned Mahoney, a guy with a shaved head I didn’t recognize, and Bree. We hadn’t seen each other all morning, since I’d been back at the factory, watching the FBI neutralize and dismantle the meth lab.
She smiled and opened her eyes wide at me, mouthed the word Text.
I frowned, reached in my pocket, pulled out my smartphone, and realized that I’d shut the alerts off. There were several texts from Bree. The first three said Call.
The last one said Oh, well, hold on to your hat.
“This kind of slaughter will not go unanswered,” Chief Michaels began. “You cannot kill twenty-two people and not face punishment.”
Everyone in the room sobered. Many nodded their heads.
“The FBI, DEA, and DCPD have pledged total cooperation in that effort,” Chief Michaels said. “Our new chief of detectives, Bree Stone, will be supervising liaison with Special Agent Mahoney of the FBI and the acting DEA special agent in charge for the District, George Potter.”
Sampson whispered in my ear, “Your mouth’s hanging open.”
I shut it and grinned, prouder than proud. How could I not have seen that one coming?
Bree stepped up to the mike and nodded to me, all business.
Multiple photographs appeared on a screen in the corner.
“As of now, we have twenty out of twenty-two confirmed identities for the victims,” Bree said. “Any one of these people could be linked to the killers, so we are going to need workups on all of them.”