Turner held Debra in his arms close to him while they stood in the now deserted kitchen. The lieutenant had drifted off onto the balcony and was conversing with one of the hired security officers assigned to protect the house and Debra while Turner was gone. Frank was down in the parking garage, deciding on which set of wheels they were going to drive today. Mike Bean and Marissa Hamm were driving out to speak to Wendy Corcoran again.
It was just the two of them. Alone. Arms wrapped around each other. Their bodies pressed tightly together. Turner’s cheek resting gently in the tangled mass of Debra’s blonde hair. Both understanding that in the here and now, each was in a bubble of serene bliss being so close to each other.
Another couple of seconds drifted by and then the silence was brok
