CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Kate sat in the little sterile hospital examination room with DeMarco, looking at her phone. It was 8:55 and she was staring at a blank text screen with Allen’s name above it. She had been thinking of what to say for the last minute or so and finally decided on: So I’m terrible. Work called again. Same case. But we wrapped it. That means no dinner. I’m so sorry.
She sent it and then looked at DeMarco. She was sitting on the very edge of the little examination bed. There was a gauze wrapping around her left arm where she had been cut. She hadn’t lost too much blood and although the wound had been rather deep, it had been easily fixed with sixteen stitches.
“Was that to your daughter?” DeMarco asked.
“No. Boyfriend.”
DeMarco nodded with a frown. “It’s been rough on yo
