Reluctant Witness. Kathleen Long

the precinct floor. McCann’s eyes narrowed as Wade neared, and he held up a finger while he cut his phone conversation short.

      Wade leaned over the desk, dropping his voice so low only McCann could hear. “You want to tell me who on your team leaked word of the Nelson boy being a witness?”

      McCann’s eyes narrowed further still. “What are you talking about?”

      “Someone called Kerri last night and threatened her to keep her son away from the police.”

      “Damn it.” McCann reached for the phone. “I’ll put someone at the house—”

      “Not good enough,” Wade interrupted and leaned closer still. “Someone tried to run that boy down this morning.”