Chapter 28
RORY STOOD AT THE WINDOW, looking over the dark parking lot out front, nearly empty coffee mug in hand, listening to the rain beat against the window, trying to figure out what was going on. He glanced down at his cell phone and his make-shift surveillance images. He couldn't afford to get distracted but this was becoming difficult to stay focused.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw Holly still sitting on the sofa, her feet under her as she watched the television, not really focused on the images or sound. She had shut the laptop down and made her way to the sofa two hours ago.
Her boyfriend had set her up. The question was; why?
Rory moved back across to the coffee maker, setting the cell phone down where he could see the screen, emptied the mug in the small sink, washed it
