A ring of the doorbell catches the air in my chest. It can"t be Brock, he doesn"t knock. I hurry to pour and swallow another shot. A second ring echoes through the house. Markie obviously isn"t going to answer the door. I roll my eyes and sigh, as if someone can see the notion. Of course, she"s not going to answer. I hurry to the door anxiously. I"m readying myself for anything that tonight might bring. Agent Reese fills the doorway completely.
Of course, she"s not going to answer.“Kambriella.” With an outreached hand, he addresses me formally.
“Sir.” I accept his engulfing handshake with a friendly smile.
Detective Sharpe stands to his side. Over his shoulder I can see a uniformed officer parked in the usual spot, as well as an undercover man in a black pickup a block down. He is ready
