CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Tension was thick in the car as Avery drove the two of them to the coast. Ramirez had his head turned for most of the way.
“You hear about the latest victim?” she said.
“That woman could be anybody.” Ramirez shrugged.
“What did you hear?”
“Still no positive ID. Prints weren’t helpful. They’re sending her picture around.”
“So you’ve been working all day,” she noted. “Doing what?”
“Doing my job!” Ramirez said and faced her. “What do you mean ‘doing what’? I care about this job just as much as you, Avery. The difference is, I know when to turn it off and on. You have no off switch. You’re always on. Were you on when you kissed me? What about when we held hands and stared into each other’s eyes? Was that all to make me a more dedicated partner or something?”
“Of co
