Chapter twelve
A PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
Gabriella ambled inside the police station and asked for Octavia. She’d been called in for further questioning about Nora. Her mind kept drifting to Jesse and how he had held her so tight and yet gentle. The way his eyes searched hers as if needing to see through her very soul, and the way his hand fit her own like a glove. Images of his face distracted her from her current troubles.
She shook the thoughts away as she watched others lining up in the queue, staring in her direction. Why was she suddenly paranoid when people looked her way lately? It must’ve been the man jogging behind her or the strange smell filtering in her car at the wedding. That was crazy! Smells came from everywhere, so she didn’t need to make a federal case about it.
Octavia
