Chapter FifteenMy car glides perfectly into a tight slanted space in front of my apartment. It's the same spot I've parked every day since I moved in years ago.
“You think it's okay that I left Markie to come with you?” Kam struggles with her words.
I can hear the dryness in her throat. This is the first I've heard her voice since we left the station. I turn in my seat to give her my full attention, then I grab her hand and place it gently into mine.
I assure her, “yes, Detective Sharpe promised to stay with her for the rest of the day. Markie will be fine.”
“It's not Markie I'm worried about.” Her face is flat as she stares out the windshield. That awkward unreadable gaze she had at the station has returned.
“Kam?” I give her hand a gentle squeeze. There's no response. I cup her jawl
