“Well hurry, darling, we miss you,” Roxy hung up on Charlie. “He"s on the way,” he told Rachel.
A key was pressed into the door.
“That was quick.”
Rachel gasped. “Oh crap–it"s Mark.”
The door was clumsily pushed open. Mark lumbered in with his usual dopey smile. He was always so pleased to be home, as though the tiny room they lived in was something of a comfort. When he saw Rachel his face lit up, delighted they finally had a moment together. Then the other man in the room attracted his peripheral vision. Rachel watched his face morph as his brain slowly processed the scene. Surprise, confusion, suspicion. Mark gawped, his mind unable to assemble words. Rachel closed her eyes waiting for the fallout.
“Officer.” The commanding tone to Roxy"s gravelly voice surprised her. She opened he
