"Detective!!! Good evening". She felt her pulse quicken at the familiar rumble of Tristan's voice over the phone. He sounded breathless and she couldn't help wondering what he had been doing. Probably an evening work out, she concluded as she glanced at the wall clock which read 6:12pm.
"Mr. Roden. Good evening". It had been two days. Within those days, her mind had troubled over the fact that she still didn't have a clear history of the Roosevelts.....and that Tristan was probably the only person who could give her what she wanted. She refused to acknowledge the little voice that whispered to her that that wasn't the only reason she wanted to speak to him. The call she had received a few minutes ago had finally given her the courage she needed, and without allowing herself the chance t
