Ruger sent Jake home after dinner. He wanted to kick back and watch some TV, so Krissi curled up next to him on the couch, reading a library paperback she’d picked up at her place and not paying much attention to what was on the screen. During a commercial break, Ruger got up and went down the hall. Krissi sat up and stretched. A preview popped up on the TV. The local anchors were talking about the headlines for the news program later that night. Krissi glanced at the screen before settling back to her book, and what she saw made her body flash cold. Ruger’s footsteps approached in the hallway.
“I thought you said he was in jail.” Krissi knew her voice was strained and her eyes couldn’t leave the screen.
“What are you talking about?” Ruger asked as he came into the room. But the face was
