Sophie had changed her clothes before they left for the coroner’s office, but there hadn’t been time for Anna to go home, and so she still wore the pretty gown she had put on this morning for the wedding. It was pale yellow with a raised pattern woven in; there was a name for it that he couldn’t recall just now, and really, he asked himself, why was he worried about fashions at this moment? He wasn’t, of course. His worries were elsewhere. He covered her hand with his own and could feel how cold it was, even through her glove. “Are you worried?” The question surprised him. He said, “I wish we were married already.” She smiled at him. “You want some kind of legal grounding to stand beside me?” “Married or not, nothing less than a bullet would move me from where I am right now.” She drew in a short, startled breath and pressed her forehead to his shoulder.
