Chapter Fourteen
The afternoon sun felt like an oven.
It’d been forecasted to get close to a hundred degrees in the shade. A very, very warm day for late October, Sam had said.
“Today’s going to be hotter than hell’s kitchen, Jack. I hope you can handle the weather on this side of the world.”
“I’ve been in worst hot spots, Angel. The jungles of New Guinea weren’t a picnic, weather-wise.” I took off my jacket and wiped my brow. Sam drove to the house in her usual fast, confident way. She appeared to be as cool as a deep river in spring, even in that cab uniform of hers. On route, I told Sam I had the police crime photographs and the plan now was to compare the photographs with what I could see in the house. Sam said she would be right by my side.
Fifteen minutes later, I walked into th
