Myra hastily placed her hand on Greg's shoulder and squeezed.
“I just need to be outside.”
Greg was watching her, and she knew he was analyzing her, reading her like one of those dossiers they always made at the office.
She winced and took her hand off his shoulder, feeling uncomfortable.
“I’m guessing you don’t want me to come with you.” His eyes stared ahead, and she turned to see Atlas parked in front, staring at Greg with a cool gaze from behind the sunglasses he had on.
“You’re misunderstanding this. I have to be far away from this case. I need a breather.”
“I am your partner. Do you remember one of these people murdered Valentina, and then Bryce, and we don’t know who it is yet? I am supposed to never let you out of my sight.”
His eyes had gone from offended to concerned ag
