Chapter Twelve
“Was the sister’s death recent?” Not that it mattered but like I’d noted, this new wrinkle had piqued my curiosity.
“No. If memory serves, the sister passed before Bob was born. Or shortly after. I’m not sure which. Either way, he never knew her. Or doesn’t remember her, being too young and all,” Ramirez replied.
“Still, a rough situation all around,” I murmured, still unable to identify what was troubling me and had my spidey senses a-twitter.
Ramirez knocked me out of my reverie. “So, did you just call to tell me that Serena was looking for me? Or was there another reason?”
Suddenly, I was starting to remember all the little things that annoyed me about him. Then again, we seemed to bring that out in one another.
“Of course, my apologies. I also wanted to touch base
