Chapter Twenty-Seven
Despite the situation, this event was the highlight of her day. The room she’d been alone in yesterday was teeming with people today. Seeing partners and children greeting their incarcerated father’s and spouses brought tears to her eyes. The men were scary, some were bulky, others were wiry and sly, but few were the type you’d want to meet in a secluded alley on a dark night. Now Ryder had been lumped in with them.
When he came in and sat down, the rest of the room melted away. Her focus was him. She noted how tired he looked. They went for their phones at the same time.
“You look tired,” he said.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Have you eaten?”
“Have you?”
“Dusty—”
“I saw the DA today,” she said. “And I’ve had lunch with Shep and Sorcha. We’re getting forward movement.
