A Day for All Saints Hawk felt the phone vibrating in his pocket. He didn’t have to check, he knew who the caller was. He hesitated as his heartbeat accelerated, but then silenced the ringer. A month ago he would have dropped everything to answer her call, but things had changed and now it just seemed too complicated. He returned his attention to the video of Saturday night’s concert. It had taken a day and a half for security at Brooklyn Coliseum to collect and deliver all the relevant surveillance to the precinct and now Hawk was combing through eight-and-a-half hours’ worth of footage from the second tier cameras where, according to witnesses, the fatal argument had begun. He had little hope the effort would yield results. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack, trying to catch a glimpse of an orange-and-black-clad killer in a crowd of nearly two thousand people on Halloween night. Read More at daldistler
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 11:49:09 +0000
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