Chapter 22

She’s had different experiences with other male officers, none of whom still work here, and who harassed her and hit on her.

She is ten years Barton’s junior. He likes his women young, fit, and blonde.

“Stella,” I say, surprised. “What brings you here this morning?”

She is dressed in jogging attire, spandex, a purple tank top, and running shoes. “I didn’t mean to startle you, Jack.”

I wave the thought away. “It’s been a long day already. What’s up?”

“I’m checking on my husband,” she says, “Have you seen him?”

I look at her, stupefied and speechless. “I just left him at a crime scene. He said he was on his way home to see you.”

“That’s so Danny. I was supposed to meet him here.” A wan smile. “I haven’t seen him a lot these last few weeks. I make dinner, and he calls and tells me he has to work late. I hate his schedule sometimes.”

She looks like a child, lost and pitiful.

“Is there anything I can do?” I ask. “Would you like me to try to call him?”