CHAPTER 17
CRIME REFLECTIONSAngelo sat at his desk at the station, twirling a pencil in his hand while his mind fixated on Jamie. He had seen her earlier in the day, but he couldn’t get her beautiful image out of his mind. She had this mask which showed limited emotions, but she also held herself in a regal and poised way as if she could handle anything. He had broken through her mask a tad, and she had softened towards him, consequently rousing the desire to touch her smooth red hair and stare into those strong, brown eyes. She held a secret inside them. Her lips were full and thick, and he wondered what it would be like to kiss them and wrap his arms around her slim, feminine figure. He shook the thoughts away, realising that this case was making him too soft. He hardly knew the woman.
