Chapter Twenty-Two
LILLIAN
Isaac’s eyes were imploring her to explain herself.
“This sometimes happens on cases.”
He shifted his weight impatiently. “What does?”
“Things just start falling into place. Snowball, you know?”
Isaac half-scoffed, half-laughed, all in disbelief. “Something like this?” he asked, doubt in his voice.
“I’ll admit,” Lillian said – and it was the truth – “This is a little unusual. But maybe we’re just getting lucky. We need it.”
“Hey,” he said, and he closed the magazine. She looked up at him, sensing something serious coming. “I think we need to talk about what we both want to happen tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m going to be there under the bridge at three in the morning.”
“So am I,” Lillian said. She shook her head. “What, you thinking of keepi
