CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kate managed to keep the pull of exhaustion away up until she got on the exit that would lead her into Richmond. There, she let out a yawn so long and deep that she could practically already feel her bed beneath her. She had estimated her time almost perfectly, finally coasting slowly down the streets of Carytown toward her house at 8:40.
Still, despite being somewhere beyond tired, she could not stop thinking about DeMarco. Kate had always had a habit of not wanting to stop working on a case until a final, official, and unbreakable arrest had been made. Naturally, she felt as if she had left the murdered couples’ case long before it had been truly wrapped up; she knew it would nag at her until the case was closed. And while she trusted DeMarco to get the job done, Kate
