CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Michael Brisbane clamped a hand over his growling stomach.
What could he say? He’d done his usual five-mile run that morning, in the basement gym of the apartment he was renting in Rapid City, and after that, he’d had a banana. Then some pistachios, and a Snickers. After that, some Doritos, all washed down by copious amounts of coffee.
It would’ve been nice to have something real to eat.
But though he’d only been on the beat with Rylie Wolf for a couple weeks, he already knew that food was always the last thing on her mind. As was pretty much everything else except the case at hand. She had tunnel vision when it came to chasing answers. Nothing else mattered.
Which was probably why, every time he tried to socialize with her, find out a little more about her past, she s
