CHAPTER 11
ROSS CONFESSES
Maria Ross knew there was something on her husband’s mind. The previous evening, he’d arrived home late, and he’d seemed slightly distant, preoccupied even. Knowing how her husband took his cases very seriously, she’d assumed his mood to be work related and hadn’t tried to get him to talk about it. Tonight, however, she’d had enough. Whatever was on his mind, he needed to get it out in the open.
“Andrew Ross,” she only ever called him Andrew when she was mad or when she intended being deadly serious about something, “Whatever you have that’s weighing your mind down, you’d better spit it out, because I’m not going to tolerate this heavy silence you’re exhibiting for another evening. Is it work? This new case? What?”
“Kind of,” was all he said.
“Kind of what, f
