CHAPTER NINETEEN
Stella rushed down the street after her early breakfast with Clem, and was waiting outside her apartment at eight a.m. when Maxwell pulled up. She had to admit that after the breakfast spread, two cups of coffee, and Clem’s companionship, the day seemed brighter. They might not have caught the killer, but having a direction to pursue made all the difference.
“Everything went okay last night?” were his first words to her.
“Not really,” Stella said.
“Why?” Maxwell stared at her, now looking seriously worried.
“Someone tried to attack me in the stairwell.” Stella had to confess the facts to her case partner. Much as she didn’t want to, she knew that any attempt on her life could represent a risk to him, too.
“Fall! What happened?” Maxwell swallowed, adding hesitantly, “
