“Kirra.” An officer approached with a smile that made Reef uneasy—there was a familiarity there, and definite interest hovering in the man’s brown eyes. “Hey, Kevin. Good to see you.” She gave him a hug, and the hairs on the nape of Reef’s neck stood at jealous attention as she introduced them. “So what brings you to my neck of the woods, Kirra?” She pointed back at Belinda, who was sipping a soda and twirling her auburn hair. “We need to see your sketch artist.” “Oh, right. Grainger called and said he was sending somebody in. Didn’t realize it was going to be you.” “Well, here I am.” “And my day just got a whole lot better.” He smiled. And Reef’s just got a whole lot worse. He paced the Seward police station while Belinda described Rain aka Joseph to the sketch artist. Kirra stood and paced in stride with him.
