“WELL, NOT TO GET INTO any gory descriptions while we’re eating,” Adam said as he chewed a forkful of linguine he had just put in his mouth, “but the department’s been making inquiries about the woman found in western Oregon, near the Columbia. Just too similar to the cases we’ve been working around the Spokane and north Idaho area.”
“Yeah, I was just reading about that this morning,” Erika said, between bites of the pizza she shared with Louis.
Seated next to Philip across the table from Louis and Erika, Adam King looked every bit the part of a cop, with his stubbly shaved head, and his muscular, ramrod physique. Like his fiancé, he dressed semi casual in his button up, long sleeved shirt, and dress pants. Louis felt under dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. The moment he had met Adam for
