CHAPTER 29
KENNEDY KNEW CARL MUST be as exhausted as she was, but he did a good job hiding it. His tired eyes had softened into pools of deep compassion as soon as Vivian entered his office. If anybody’s appearance could incite so much sympathy, it was Wayne Abernathy’s widow. One of her earrings was tangled in her hair. Smudged eyeliner circled both her eyes, reversing any effect she may have expected from the heavy concealer she’d layered on. Her blouse was tidy and unwrinkled, but she had forgotten to tuck it in in the back, and her tailored skirt was twisted a full forty-five degrees off center.
She sat down. Kennedy wondered if Vivian even noticed her there.
“The detective called and showed me the surveillance footage, that woman who came last night. He wanted to know if I’d ever s
