Snuggled next to him, Amelia twitched and groaned in her sleep. Despite being riddled with exhaustion, her body had refused to shut off. Like he’d done through the night, he trailed his hand up her bare arm, following the sinuous path of a scar he’d mapped long ago. Her eyelids fluttered, and he ...
On the left corner of his desk were the cases he’d inherited from Abbott. On the right were the new cases that had landed on his lap since his arrival. Foxy’s death had been relegated to the bottom of the right pile, buried underneath two acts of vandalism, an accusation of school bullying, a bar...