“Mm.” Grayson finished his last bit of chicken fried steak smothered in white gravy. “Honey, dinner was amazing.”
Connie faked a smile from across her kitchen table.
“All right.” Grayson wiped his goatee. “I could tell something was wrong the second I
came. What is it? CeCe?”
“No, besides you’re the one who didn’t wanna talk about him anymore.”
“True, but if something’s bothering you I don’t want you to shut me out.”
“It’s not CeCe.” She pushed her plate away. “Will you please drop it?”
“No, because I’m worried about you. You’ve been a wreck for days. You jump every time your phone rings and you’ve got your face stuck in those printouts every five minutes.”
“A woman is missing and I’m doing all I can to find her.”
Her phone rang.
She read Dr. Guzman’s name and answered, “Dr. Guzm
