She parted with Ryan on the sidewalk in front of the diner, in the rising humidity that Lynn was sure would lead to a mother of all storms soon. She just stood there and watched him cross the street, get in his car and drive off, thinking about the courage it took for him to drive back home and face what he dreaded the most—another questioning in another death he had nothing to do with.
And here she was, dithering about facing her own past, avoiding it at all costs, even though it could possibly help her solve Shanna’s murder fast, given all the evidence that seemed to point to the two cases being tied somehow.
Even after she realized that and decided to take action in that direction, her body was stiff yet her hand was shaking as she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed the numbe
