First, though, I head back to my office. I need to scour through my investigation, try and get my head back in the game. I’ve been out of focus lately. And I have only Elyssa to blame.
But the moment I enter my office, I know something is not right.
Someone is in here.
“Hi, there.”
I turn to find a dark-haired woman standing against my investigative wall. She’s wearing shorts and a strappy blouse. And she looks perfectly at home.
“Charity,” I growl, relaxing slightly—but not completely.
“Were you about to kill me?” she muses.
“I still might.”
She smiles as though the threat means nothing to her. “Before you do, I’d like to talk to you.”
“How’d you get in?” I ask, ignoring her previous statement.
She shrugs. “Isn’t it obvious? I picked the lock. It’s not that elaborate a skill to
