“You look-” he started, and she jumped to cut him off. “I’m Detective Bradley, this is Detective Norway,” he said. XXX “Um, hello?”
Another declaration of “asshole” died at the back of her throat. She couldn’t tell. “It’s just something I’m doing,” she said. She heard him swallow whatever he was about to say, and she silently commended him for being smart enough to realize when to keep his mouth shut. “Where did you go?” There was no answer. “He does. And I still don’t. She put one foot in front of the other and resisted the urge to look behind her. “Don’t say it. “Why am I doing this?”
“The money, I thought.”
“Oh no, of course not, people who only do jobs for the money are sell outs. Disliking the result, she had tried again the next day. He ducked his head, blushing. “You know,” she said, voice thick with the effort of restrained sobs, “a man
