““Thanks for coming.”“Sure.” She stole a quick glance around a combined living room/dining room where it appeared nothing was out of place. In fact, the space seemed better suited to a furniture showroom rather than someone’s home. “How can you—”He grabbed her hand. “Come.”Startled, she let him lead her into his office, which was as neat as the other rooms but more lived in than what she had seen so far.“See that?”Following the direction of his pointed finger, she studied a small stack of books ...on the desk. “What about it?”“It’s at an angle.”“So?”“It’s not supposed to be.”“Seriously? You called me over here at eleven o’clock at night because your stack of books isn’t anally aligned?”With a furious scowl, he grabbed her hand again and all but dragged her upstairs to his bedroom. Now we’re talking! Relax, Sam, he’s not dragging you off to bed as much as you wish he were. Reminding herself that she was investigating a break-in at the home of a player in a homicide investigation, she pushed aside her salacious thoughts and tuned in to what he was showing her.Pointing to the dresser, he said, “I didn’t leave it like that.”A tiny scrap of white fabric poked out through the closed drawers.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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