It wasn’t in the Tahoe or my purse. Squinting into the visor mirror, I ran my fingers through my frizzy mane a couple dozen times. My only tube of lipstick was used flat down, but I scraped it over my lips and turned them a faint but somewhat alluring Sunset Mauve. Then, driving to the office, I felt ridiculous for fussing for David Garrity. After all, where had he been? I hadn’t seen him since the end of the Lucas case. That wasn’t totally true. He’d called a couple of times, wanted to get together, but at that point things were still rocky at home, especially with Maggie. I thought David would hang in there, give us a little time to repair. I thought he and I had something, maybe it was too early to define what exactly, but something. Instead he just stopped calling. It was disappointing. I hadn’t pegged David for a quitter. So instead of rushing back to the office, I stopped at a hole-in-the-wall barbecue joint where the ceiling was cured black from decades of grease and smoke.
What do You think about Sarah Armstrong - 02 - Blood Lines?
