Chapter 27
It had been two days since he’d left Kate’s, and he was still wearing the same shirt. He really needed to call her to see how she was. This was the first time he’d been around a woman on the edge, and he hadn’t once considered running or finding a way to cut ties and move on. Maybe that was because he couldn’t help but blame himself for her problems.
“Wow, you look like crap. Have you been home at all?” Kruso said. She appeared refreshed, dropping her cloth purse on her desk and then opening the bottom drawer to dump it in.
“No. Solved the case, though. Caught a break, a fluke, really. The crazy motherfucker was actually the nephew. What is it with family? I wonder sometimes.” He looked over to Kruso, who was sitting, pulling her chair up.
“Then go home, get some rest, showe
