After practice Thursday afternoon, Gage drove them to Mel’s office. The day had gone much better than the one previous with one exception. Hansen had yet to track down Mark Fuller or the car. He’d ended up sleeping in his vehicle the previous night in an attempt to catch Fuller coming home, with no luck. Currently, he was planning a stakeout of the suspect’s place of employment.
They pulled into the lot outside Mel’s building, and Gage found a parking spot. It was a crisp December day, and Gage threw his arm around her shoulders as they walked the short distance into the building. She froze for a moment, glancing around, and he almost released her.
“Everything good?”
She smiled.
“Yes, everything’s fine, but could you put your arm around my waist instead? That way my arm is free in case
