Chapter 19
Jacksonville, FL
Monday afternoon—late
I WAS WAITING in bed as promised when Nate got home, so he tossed his clothes onto a chair and crawled in bed next to me, snuggling as closely as he could. After a few minutes’ cuddling, I said, “Feel better now?”
“Yeah.”
“Nate, I have to say this—”
”I know,” he said, cutting me off, “I’d relaxed my guard and gotten careless.”
“And….”
“And it could have been bad.”
Much later, we went downstairs in search of food; then we spent the rest of the evening trying to forget about anything other than the here and now.
Nate and I went downtown to the sheriff’s office first thing the next morning, and he spent thirty minutes giving Carl and one of his detectives the full story. When the interview was over, I asked Carl what was happening wi
