Kate relieved Jake of his T-shirt, admiring his toned pectorals, meaning he now had to pull on his denim bomber jacket for indoor wear. He looked cute, she thought, and felt a pang of jealousy for Heather’s relationship. She then mentally rebuked herself, remembering her professional dignity. For purely investigative purposes, so she told herself, she snapped a portrait photo of her client before hurrying to the police laboratory with more serious matters on her mind.
She met the police doctor, an old acquaintance through being a friend of her father’s, with a familiar greeting and a smile.
“Good morning, Bryan, it’s about the attacks at the grotto. I’d like you to analyse the blood on this T-shirt. My client, Jake Conley, maintains that it is his. I say Inspector Shaw needs to prove oth
