Eleven
Luke considered himself a patient man, thought he’d learned the hard way as Rosemary wasted away before his eyes. Now he realized it was easier to be patient in the face of death than in the face of life. Death was the rock and the hard place. It didn’t move much, sometimes in increments toward you or your loved one. Sometimes it pounced, but it was an absolute. Life, on the other hand, was fluid, shifting, and in motion. You thought your feet were firmly planted in patience and then the ground shifted, taking your feet right out from under you.
He didn’t like being stuck with this investigation right now. Knight was dead, Amelia was alive and needed his help. He was sure she’d headed for her apartment. Now that he thought about it, he understood why she left. He’d have a hard tim
