CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
The first thing Ilse noticed was they weren't at a school. This time, Sawyer hadn't made her wait in the car. Perhaps, seeing as they were on their way to see a victim not a suspect, he'd relaxed protective duties. But also, as he strode along next to her, picking up the pace across the asphalt parking lot towards the front doors of the office building, he seemed distracted. She could see his frustration in every askance glance towards the police cruisers lining the sidewalk. She could see it in the way he dipped his head, eyes low, refusing to make eye contact with the two officers standing outside the office doors.
He did spare a thought, however, long enough to glance at her and mutter, "The body is still in there. Sure you wanna come in?"
Ilse had been considering
