Chapter 9
Kate was stuck in a shirt that wouldn’t close, thanks to Walker having ripped open her blouse, leaving only one button dangling from a thread, and it was still damp, too, compliments of the bar and someone’s drinks. She was now sitting in the passenger seat of Walker’s sedan, parked in front of Shooters, waiting as Walker stood with the other cops at the scene, discussing the body they had stumbled upon—not just any body but that of a man she’d been speaking with hours earlier.
Carl Eastman had been an attractive man, friendly, nice. She’d flirted with him because she’d known Walker was somewhere around, and she had hoped he’d notice. She had told herself she wasn’t pining away, waiting for him pathetically, when that was exactly what she’d been doing. Now she couldn’t help won
