Walk a Crooked Line by Susan McBride

Author:Susan McBride [McBride, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781477848647
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2018-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Tuesday

In the morning, Jo awoke slowly to the noise of running water.

Is it raining? she wondered, until the rush of water stopped with a soft groan of pipes, and she realized Adam was in the shower.

Too bad, ’cause they could have used the rainfall.

Yawning, she plumped her pillow and turned on her side. She squinted as light squeezed through the crack of the not-quite-closed door. Then it burst wide open, spilling into the bedroom. Adam’s footsteps on the carpet quickly followed, and she watched him enter the room, towel wrapped around his hips.

“Morning, sunshine,” she said, sleep still in her voice. “You gonna wear that to work? It would make quite a statement.”

“Ha.” He smiled. “You sleeping in today?”

“I wish.”

He leaned over to kiss her, droplets from his wet hair landing on her face. He wiped them away with a soft brush of his thumb, apologizing. He paused for a moment, glancing at her cheek. Jo wondered if she had a bruise.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You have a scratch.”

“Oh.” Jo touched her face but didn’t explain.

He sat down beside her, and she reached for him, setting her palm on his bare chest.

“Come back to bed,” she said.

“If only I could.” He sighed. “But I’ve got a full caseload . . .”

“Kelly Amster?” she asked, her heart skipping a beat.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’ve got a case review meeting in an hour, so it’ll probably be assigned, since she was brought in yesterday afternoon. You have doubts about how she died?”

“No, not about how.” Jo withdrew her hand from his chest, sitting up higher. “Just why. Is it possible to find evidence of rape in a postmortem, if the assault occurred weeks ago? She was supposedly a virgin before it happened.”

Adam let out a puff of breath. “It would be pretty difficult, yes. If she’d had any tearing, she would have had some time to heal before her death.”

“You would know if she’d had sex, though, right?”

“Only if she has an STD,” he said. “Can’t tell a virgin just by an intact hymen when some females are born without and some stretch more than others—”

“Thanks, Dr. Ruth,” she cut him off, having heard enough.

“Hey, you asked.”

He gently touched her cheek. Then he got up. He tossed the towel over the back of a chair and went to the dresser, opening the bottom drawer—the one she’d ended up sacrificing for him—and he pulled out clean boxers, socks, and a white tee. He’d left his scrubs hanging over the arm of a chair, and she figured he’d wear them again, changing at work if need be.

Jo sighed as he slipped on the boxers, wishing they could both stay in bed all day. She was tired and hadn’t gotten much sleep after her disturbing encounter with Trey.

“Did you go out last night?” he asked, turning around as he tugged on his shirt.

“What?” The question jolted through Jo like a shot of caffeine.

He’d been asleep when she’d left and when she’d returned. She had taken great pains not to jostle him.

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