The next day, the wedding passed uneventfully. She and Tristan skipped the after parties, she had way too much on her mind and the Roosevelts were the last people she really needed to see now. And so, they drove back home, each lost in their thoughts. They hadn't discussed the other day at the beach and the development in Linda's case served as the perfect distraction. Thankfully the topic was dead never to be brought up again. The blare of her ringing phone had her turning away from the zooming cityscape. It was Roy. She had called him the previous day but for some reason, it had kept going to voicemail.
"Danica!!!!". His alive voice flitted to her over the phone.
"Detective Davis". She prompted in his formal title. From the driver's seat, Tristan glanced at her expectantly, a subtle
