She was, after all, the officer in charge of the investigation. But it still felt like he’d taken a hard right hook to his gut when she took the stand, averted her gaze from him and swore to tell the truth. She looked as cool and professional as she always did, dressed in a subdued but nicely fitting charcoal-gray suit and a pale pink blouse. He zeroed in on her shapely legs, visible beneath her knee-length skirt, and did his best not to be impressed. This woman was the reason he was there. She had no right to look so good. He brought the uncharitable thoughts to a halt. Chloe Sabattini wasn’t the reason he was there. She was only doing her job and he could tell from the way her hand kept moving to push back a wayward strand of hair that had escaped the tight bun at her neck, she wasn’t as calm and collected as she appeared. Maybe she had doubts about his guilt? Perhaps she’d garnered something in his explanation about Meg that had made her think he was telling the truth after all?
