Chapter Twelve
It wasn’t lost on Chase, the panic that had come over Rose—nor the fact that she’d cleaned up nicely. More than nicely. The lady had style, fashion sense, and he was positive she could have fit in with the wives of the politicians he worked with, though DC wasn’t a society for everyone. He had the sense there was a lot more to Rose Wilcox than she was letting on.
“Let’s take a walk,” he said, and she said nothing as she fell in beside him, past the courthouse and down the sidewalk toward a city park. “When I came to see you this morning, you mentioned the Humboldts, the guns, the visitors. I’m getting the impression that there’s a whole lot more than we know going on in that house.”
Rose was showing nothing on her face as she continued to put one foot in front of the othe
