Claire"s happy mood disappeared the next morning when she found Detective Wells waiting in front of the newspaper office. This time, he wasn"t in uniform but instead wore a black, knee-length wool coat with dark trousers visible below the hem. Was he here to talk to her again, or for something else? Whatever the reason, she didn"t wish to talk to him. Flipping up her coat collar as if to ward off the wind, she rushed toward the revolving door.
"Miss O"Connor, if you have a moment, I need to talk…" he started to say, moving toward her.
"Good day, Detective Wells. I"m in a rush for a meeting with my editor. Another time, perhaps."
He stepped in front of her to block her way and smirked. "Funny, he didn"t mention that when I talked to him."
Swell. She"d had enough of this policeman. "I ha
