It was over an hour before they found Zoe. By that time both Olin and Dallas had joined them on the launch.
‘Here she is,’ one of the River Police said, as the drags came in. Gently he and another cop rolled Zoe’s half-naked body off the hooks.
‘This the one you want?’ the sergeant asked, looking up at Olin.
‘Is it ?’ Olin asked Dallas.
‘I guess so,’ Dallas said huskily.
Zoe had been shot through the head. The big .45 slug had torn a chunk of her skull away. She didn’t look like the Zoe he had played around with. He stood staring down at her, a cold, sick feeling creeping over him.
‘Looks like someone’s been burning her,’ Olin said, in a hushed voice. ‘Look at the state she’s in.’
The sergeant tossed a blanket over Zoe’s broken and tortured body. His usual y red, cheerful face looked a little green.
‘Well, what are we waiting for?’ Dal as said, his voice rasping. ‘Let’s go get those two bastards.’