Deirdre entered the police station on Monday morning before ten-thirty, and she knew instantly that Wyatt wasn’t in the building. How she knew, she didn’t know. But she knew.
Her muscles relaxed, and she hadn’t even realized how tense she’d been. Her fingers unclenched as she went through the metal detector after laying her files on the security belt. The hustle and bustle of the place should’ve calmed her, but all it did was heighten her awareness.
Norma sat at her desk, and Wyatt’s door was closed, the office beyond it dark. His secretary caught her looking, and she said, “He’s not in today. He took the whole week off.”
Deirdre swung her attention back to Norma. “He did? Will he be at the party?”
“I told him if he wasn’t, I’d skin him alive,” Norma said, and Deirdre believed her. She
