Chapter Seventeen
“Why would anyone ever choose this as a career?” Molly groaned and pushed the balls of her hands into her eyes trying to block out the melee of her own thoughts.
In the time she’d been lying on Blake’s living room couch they’d gone over various details from the lives of the men who had died, her friends. But they were no closer to an answer about who would want to hurt them.
The last time she’d peeked at him, Blake had been pacing with a pool cue in his grasp. Under other circumstances she may have enjoyed watching the faux flames in his glass fireplace, but right now her head was too mashed. It felt like they had been here for hours.
“We’ll get it,” he said. “You’ll know why I chose police work when we have her locked up.”
Crunching up, she slumped over the back of
