Jace:
One week. That was how long Calla and I had been investigating together. One week of late nights, early mornings,half finished cups of coffee, stacks of paperwork spread across my kitchen table. One week of pretending we were only working on the case. Sometimes she came after work. Sometimes she showed up before sunrise, still wearing the oversized sweats she'd slept in, her hair piled on top of her head, carrying two coffees and an attitude. Sometimes I met her at the garage after everyone else had gone. Sometimes we didn't talk about Camden at all. Sometimes we talked about everything.
The truth was, I had started looking forward to her footsteps outside my door. That was a problem, a big one, because the closer we got to the truth… The closer I got to her. And I wasn't sure whic
