28
The next day, Evie’s first two hours at the gallery seemed to last about a week. No one came through her door. The tourists and honeymooners were probably sleeping late. But the Jupiter Pointers…where were they? What were they thinking? Was Brad busy trashing her in every way he could?
By the time the door jingled open, her heart just about jumped out of her chest. Chief Becker walked in with his long, loping stride.
“Chief,” she said faintly, the blood pounding in her ears. “It’s nice to see you.”
“It’s nice to finally get the real story of what went down that night.” With his height and imposing stature, he made the gallery look like a dollhouse. “I wondered if I’d ever know.”
Her heart jumped again, this time with hope. He’d said “the real story.” That must mean he believed her.
