Chapter Twenty-One
Piper starts scribbling on the notepad immediately, asking for a few minutes of silence while she gathers her thoughts. I know better than to disrupt her when she’s getting into the zone like this, so I take the opportunity for a bathroom break. I stretch my absence out to a full quarter hour by doing some light cleaning. Because girls.
Wow. Here Piper and I go, diving headfirst into the investigative pool again. I’ve actually missed this. The question is, why?
I’ll admit flashing on objects, sniffing out clues that no one else can, gives me one hell of an adrenaline rush. Despite the gory images and the raw emotions and the smoker’s mouth—goddamn Neil—I get a perverse sense of satisfaction from what I do.
The problem is, crime-fighting is a lot more than that. There
