“So do we get popcorn, or is this part of a cop’s job?” Suzanne said. She thought her eyes would go buggy from the hours of surveillance video they’d been watching on his computer and the number of people they’d seen go through the store and departments. Some she knew, but many she didn’t.
She stood up from the chair he’d pulled over and stretched the kink in her back, never having sat so long before. Lonnie was long gone now. Joseph had been fed, and Suzanne’s stomach had rumbled when she smelled the fast food delivery.
Harold was speeding up the video clip and then slowing it down, and he glanced away and up to her for only a second as she stepped behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders, which were impressive and hard. She tried to dig in and massage.
“Yeah, that’s perfect,”
