Detective Randazzo’s worst fears were now a reality. Those missing chess pieces had finally surfaced.
“Wanna know where they found’em?” asked one red-faced police officer before doubling over in laughter.
Gina shook her head. She already knew the revolting, stomach-churning answer. And the less she heard about pica, the better.
Her mood suddenly grew dark: two career killing cases in one year. What were the chances? And while the other officers hadn’t coined a new nickname for her just yet, one was coming.
She began thumbing through the transfer papers she’d requested.
Maybe it was time for the West Coast…
The Weekday One Hundred 