Chapter 13
By the time Walker arrived downstairs, Kruso had already helped herself to a soda. The thing of it was that there wasn’t a detective he worked with who hadn’t shown up here when he was home. Most knocked before walking right in. Kruso, although an anomaly among the bigger cops around her, fit in kind of like the team mascot. She was tough, foulmouthed, and smart, and her youngest kid was just out of diapers.
“So when did you start bringing witnesses and victims of crimes home and sleeping with them?” she asked before taking a swallow of ginger ale.
“When did you start just walking into my place?”
She shrugged. “I knocked, you didn’t answer. I got worried, is all.” She jutted her chin toward the stairs. “So?” she asked, waiting him out.
“She’s interesting” was all he could s
