Chapter 7After a long day at work, Jayden put her spare key into the lock and turned it. “Damn it!” she cursed, wishing she’d removed the chain from her neck first. The satisfying click gave her muscles permission to relax and she removed the key and pressed her hand against the stronghold of her wooden front door.
She’d arrived work early, but the keys in her handbag at Raff’s apartment meant she shivered outside in the cold until Sal arrived. The filing cabinet containing her careful handwritten notes remained locked and she’d counselled using out-of-date observations typed into her computer the previous week. The vicar wanted to speak to her about some urgent matter and she’d avoided him all day.
Jayden groaned at the thought of a warm bath. The skylight in her top floor bathroom gave
