Chapter 6
Dinah grabbed her bag and stuffed whatever she had at hand in it—her laptop, her notepad, her wrist unit, her weapons, and even her paperweight. She shoved everything into the bag so hard trying to zip it up that she ripped the zipper off. She threw the bag angrily, and it flew from one end of the room to the other. Maybe she needed to cry. The grieving in Kate’s mother’s eyes had been unbearable. But it was better that the news of her daughter’s death came from her than from the police. Dinah could only hold on for so long. She really needed to cry.
A tear rolled down her face. She wiped it away.
This was pathetic. She wasn’t the crying kind. She’d promised Kate’s mother she would find answers. The detective obviously had no clue, or he wouldn’t be wasting time taking picture
