Chapter Ten
Blake glanced at the clock in his truck. It was a minute to seven. Pulling the truck to a halt on the street perpendicular to the front entrance of Ashton’s, where Molly’s residential access was located, he adjusted himself in his seat and prepared to wait. Tonight was crucial to the investigation, and he had to be on the ball. Information gathering was the goal; he had to probe Molly for her opinion of the murders.
Doing his job was as much for her good as for his and the case’s. If he could prove that she wasn’t involved, then all this would go away and they could be out of each other’s lives. He growled at himself. It wasn’t his job to exonerate people, that was a job for the lawyers. It was his job to weigh the evidence and arrest the guilty party.
The residential door o
