The sound of high heels clicking against the old hardwood floor echoed in Spinelli's ears. A ripple of panic rushed through his veins. He kept his eyes forward staring at the crime board. Perhaps it was just Bethany again. He found himself wishing it was, but he knew the truth. He recognized the pace and the light steps. He willed himself to turn around, but he couldn't. It was as if he was frozen in place. He just couldn't face her yet. What could he possibly say to her? It was probably sixty-five degrees in the precinct, yet sweat beaded on his temples and upper lip.
Walker shifted away from the board. "Hi, Shannon. Happy Valentine's Day."
"Thanks, Brad. How's Jeana?"
"She's good."
Spinelli continued to stare at the board as he listened to their conversation. He shot a sideways glan
