Jude kept silent most of the drive to San Francisco. He had decided to forgo his eyeliner and lip gloss for the day, and truth be told, he felt a bit naked. Silly, he guessed. Rex had insisted on driving and Jude wasn’t about to argue with him. He didn’t think he could concentrate enough to drive. As they got closer to the city, though, he got fidgety.
“It’s going to be all right, Jude,” Rex said, resting his hand briefly on Jude’s leg before returning it to the steering wheel.
He nodded.
“What are you thinking?”
He blew out a breath. “I can’t stop thinking. What if it’s him? God, can I handle seeing him again? What if it isn’t him? This will be all for nothing and Martin’s killer will still be out there. And if it is him, there will be an arraignment and a trial.”
“You don’t have to
