Chapter Thirty-OneRuth lifted her water glass. “Congratulations on figuring out who killed Ian. I would imagine Detective Inspector Gelson always gets his man. Or in this case, his woman.”
Trevor’s dark eyes pierced hers as he grinned. “And I would imagine you always get your story, Ruth.” He shook his head and looked grieved. “I shouldn’t have let you accompany me. You could have been hurt, or killed. It's a good thing the commissioner has bigger fish to fry, although there will be a report going in my record. I suppose it could be worse.”
Ruth frowned. He was a good man; he didn't deserve to have his record besmirched because of her. He was doing his job. What more did they want? She forced a smile on her face and nudged Varis's shoulder. “You should have seen the DI, Varis. He was so
