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AARON
“I’m doing everything I can.” Detective Payne picked at a stain on his tie. Egg yolk or mustard—I didn’t want to get closer to find out which. “But all we’ve got right now is theory and conjecture. Adultery isn’t a crime.”
We’d given him a week. A week to follow up on our report and connect the dots. I’d used the time to catch up on work, and Blue had visited her mom each day, plus spent hours arguing with the insurance company. How did I know that? Because in keeping with our “safety in numbers” policy, I’d packed up my laptop and driven her to Coos Bay each morning. Her mom was sweet but…suffocating. She hovered constantly, flitting in the background, asking if I wanted coffee or cookies or a casserole to take home because a man shouldn’t go hungry. She never stopped talking.
