CHAPTER NINE
They had been in the car for several minutes before things felt normal again.
Jessie had offered her sympathies back at the station and Ryan had thanked her. But he hadn’t been forthcoming beyond that and she didn’t think that asking any questions was appropriate. And since whatever case they were handling was too sensitive to discuss inside the station, they were reduced to awkward chitchat about her flight back and the perils of supermarket sushi. They were out of rhythm.
At first, things were no better once they got on the road. As they pulled onto the street from the garage, a homeless guy knocked on her window asking for spare change. She jumped in her seat, hitting her head on the roof.
“You okay?” Ryan asked, giving her a sideways glance.
“Yeah, I guess I’m just ou
