Eva stilled.
Flashes of that night flickered through her mind, harsh headlights, the sound of a gunshot echoing off concrete, the metallic scent of blood in the air. She remembered the way her heart had thudded in her chest, and how the man sent by Alex had bundled her into the car.
She lifted her chin and said coolly, "And?"
"The owner of the stolen vehicle in the investigation said two men visited him at gunpoint, demanding to know if he did the shooting," Raj explained, adjusting his glasses. "His description of one of the men fits Mr. Fred's profile, which the NYPD already had. It's made the investigation take a… mob-related direction."
"You're sure about this?" she asked.
"I triple verified it. Cross-checked the source," Raj said. "They're stalling it… for now. They usually are when it has something to do with Mr Fred."
Eva turned to face him. "Then we don't have time."
Her phone buzzed on the desk. Alex. Again.
She ignored it.
