Wednesday's events pretty much fell in line with those from the day before. Uneventful. Alex went to work and came home to the captain working feverishly at Peter's computer.
The man received a couple of phone calls and again took them outside. The secrecy nearly killed her and the awkwardness of them both still being together in Peter's home was off the charts bizarre. She felt stupid, sitting there watching television while he worked. This is what her life had come to since her husband's murder. A life of uneasiness, strangeness, and fear.
She glanced down at her cell phone, waiting impatiently for Peter to call - to hear his sexy, masculine voice. Anxiousness swirled in her stomach as she recalled the words, he'd spoken to her before he left for Milwaukee regarding wanting to talk
