Chapter Three
Marcus tapped on the open door of the assistant DA’s office. Eileen’s dark hair was short, and her dark complexion was free of makeup. Her normally long nails, painted with the deep red she was known for, were cut short. She had on a cream-colored cardigan, and the way she leaned back with that look she had, he knew she had a thing or two to say to him.
She pulled off her reading glasses and tossed them on the desk after closing up the file that had been open in front of her. “Sheriff,” she said. “Didn’t expect you, but I’m glad you stopped by. Saved me from having to track you down. Shut the door, please.”
He gestured to her when she went to stand, her expression unsmiling. “Don’t get up,” he said as he shut the door behind him, taking a second to gather his thoughts befo
