He’d called his wife to see if she wanted him to pick up dinner but there had been no answer and then her cell phone had gone straight to voicemail. After that he’d gotten the call about Vice. They were right back at square one and Raven’s attorney was already doing some major grandstanding, pressing for her client to be released, even though they still had some fairly solid evidence tying her to the first two vics. Turning into his street, Stanner noticed the white contractor’s truck behind his wife’s red Suburban. Perfect. Company was the last thing he needed. He didn’t recognize it as belonging to anyone they knew. God, he hoped she wasn’t having someone give them a quote on the kitchen she wanted. There was no space to park behind the truck so he pulled up alongside his wife’s Suburban and got out. Something jarred in him. His twenty-five years as a cop meant that he knew when something was off kilter. Stanner’s right hand immediately fell to his service weapon as he glanced back at the strange truck.
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