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sion. Almost as if someone was pulling his strings from above. D.J. sighed. She knew only one string-puller who answered that description. |
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Josie. For some reason, the angel had been putting ideas into Captain Miller's head. But she would deal with her guardian's interference later. D.J. put the receiver back to her ear in time to hear the rest of her instructions. |
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"You know, McCall, the situation. Try to figure out what's going on. But right now just get him the hell out of there. Call in when you've got him safe and out of the way. Hell, all I need is for the mayor's buddy to get offed while he's working with us." The captain hung up without saying good-bye. |
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A movement in the kitchen doorway made D.J. glance up. McCall held out a piece of paper to her. "This is all I can think of right now." |
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"Keep thinking. Bring that," she nodded to the paper, "and whatever else you need. We're getting out of here." |
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"Away from Lakeview. Until we can figure out what's going on, I've been ordered to take you away from the danger." |
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"However long it takes. Now get packed. I don't trust them not to come back for another shot at you." |
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McCall nodded and went to do as she asked. Half an hour later they pulled to a stop in front of D.J.'s apartment. As far as she could tell, no one had followed them. |
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"I've got to get my service weapon, more ammu- |
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