Detective Inspector Kimberly Reese-Jones glided into the driveway of 43 Olive Crescent. Slowing her vehicle to a standstill in the midst of police cars, official uniforms and yellow tape she stepped out into a light drizzle, remnants of an earlier downpour. Zaks appeared automatically at her side. “Morning.” His voice was low, gruff; red eyes...
It worked until it didn’t by Catherine Garden
