A Dead Draw (Tracy Crosswhite, #11)

by Robert Dugoni

Realization hit hard. She’d shot an unarmed target. An innocent civilian who held a walkie-talkie.

You are suspended pending the outcome of an internal investigation.

“What are we trying to catch?” Tracy asked from a bench seat. “Peace and quiet and some sunshine,” Nunzio said. “And, if we’re lucky, a couple of silver salmon,

A criminal going after a cop was rare. Most understood that to wage that war would bring the wrath of an entire police force down on them.