Chapter ThirtyOfficer Bengsten braked in front of the precinct. Ruth thanked him as she stepped out of the car and cast a worried eye at the overcast sky. Would she have to scour the city in a downpour?
Once inside, she unbuttoned her jacket and marched to the front desk. Officer Brookes smiled as she approached. “Good morning, miss. Sleep well?”
She bit back a retort and nodded. “Is DI Gelson in yet?
“We expect him any—”
The door swung open behind her. DI Gelson shed his hat and shook water from his coat. So the weather hadn't cooperated. He gave her a crooked grin, and her face warmed. Ducking her head, she drew her notepad from her purse and waited as he draped his trench coat over a hook and placed his fedora on top.
“Shall we?” He pointed toward his office door, and they entered
