Chapter Nine
Several hours later, they finally finished talking with the police, with Brenda, and with others whose names he didn’t remember, repeating too many times all they knew about the case and the events of the afternoon. Jace felt like a tractor had rolled over and flattened him. His leg ached, but then so did most of the rest of him. Phil drove all of them back to their office to pick up their cars. He offered to drive Shannon home, but Jace said he would do it. Shannon didn’t object.
Light had started to fade by the time they got into his car. Before starting the engine, though, he turned to her and asked, “Your place or mine?”
She quietly studied his face for a moment before answering. “Can we stop at mine so I can water a couple of plants and pick up some things, then go ont
