CHAPTER NINETEEN
When Chloe entered Rhodes’s hospital room, her old agent looked cranky and irritated. Yet when she set her eyes on Chloe, the thinnest of smiles spread across her face. She used the bedside remote to cut off the television, which had been showing an afternoon talk show.
“I heard Mike Dillinger was booked on s*x crimes,” Rhodes said, skipping the niceties.
“He was,” Chloe said. She sat down in the visitor’s chair against the wall, surprised at how natural it felt to be here with Rhodes. “He has nothing to do with the death of Kim Wielding, but he apparently had an ongoing list of deviant behaviors that he’s managed to keep mostly hidden for several years.”
“So we can count that as a success then,” Rhodes said. “No killer, but we did bust a scumbag anyway.”
Chloe smiled
