Chapter Twenty
Stalemate
It was Hackenberry who met them in front of the hotel. He gave them a cheery welcome as Fasha and Jahar climbed into the back seat.
At one point on their way to the scenes of last night"s murders, Jahar leaned over to her, his voice low so that the inspector couldn"t hear.
"How are you holding up?"
Her cell phone had awakened them at seven-thirty. Given that they had an extra hour to kill, they"d gone downstairs for breakfast. They spoke little over their toast and tea, only occasionally reminiscing about a movie they"d both seen or a song they discovered they both liked.
"Other than sheer exhaustion and the need for a reasonable explanation, I"m doing peachy." She gave him a weary smile, which he returned. The lusty s*x they"d enjoyed last night should have
