He was about to open his mouth and say something clever about not expecting her to be the type of woman to keep a man waiting, but her face, when she slammed the car door of the SUV, had the words dying on his tongue. “What’s wrong?” He rose to meet her as she rounded the hood. “Nothing. I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” He laid a hand gently on her arm as she would have walked past him, halting her. “What’s wrong?” he asked again. She looked at him then, really looked at him, and it was like taking a fist to the solar plexus. Those green gold eyes of hers were ringed with shadows. But it was the haunted look in them that had alarm running through him. “We’ve identified the victim. She’d been living a couple counties over. Her sister’s arriving soon to identify the body. Then there’ll be friends and neighbors to interview. I’ll have to take a rain check on the lunch.”
