Chapter 9
I was breathing hard after coming in the shower, something I’d started doing habitually after being with Archie any length of time before I’d left for Florida. I also did it in Florida, with him on my mind the entire five months I was there.
As I toweled off, stopping just a second to look in the mirror at the puckered round scar on my shoulder, I wondered what would have happened if Preston had spent the night before with Archie, instead of me.
“Maybe tonight.”
Finally dressed in clean, fresh clothes, I was ready to head back to the station, back to work, back to the present, back to reality and Faye’s death.
Before I even headed for headquarters, however, I had to haul out the trash. Tuesday was garbage day on my street. More important than recycling that week, was a conve
