Chapter Three
CHAD
“You’ve been quiet lately,” Shonda said, while parking our police car on the deck. Our shift was finally over. She cut the engine, turned to me and winked. “I’ve been your partner for almost five years. Something’s not right. And if you can’t trust me, then who the hell can you trust?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I grumbled, then went to open the car door. I felt her hand on my arm and froze.
“Then come with me and Vickie to Babe’s Friday night. You haven’t been out of your house for ages, I bet.” She let go of my arm and leaned back in her seat. When we first became partners after Fede’s death, she’d been the perfect distraction from my problems. Then when Victor left for New York, she’d kept me busy at night, dragging me to the girls’ bar with her wife. But after a few mont
