wife’s a nurse?”
Rick stared at his hands. He had a rose-gold wedding band around his finger and the most beautiful, delicate hands Faith had ever seen on a man. “She works nights at Crawford Long.”
Faith wondered how the woman would feel knowing that her husband was out getting his knob polished while she was pulling the late shift.
Galloway asked, “What movie did y’all go see?”
He’d asked the two men this same question at least three times, only to be given the same answer. Faith was all for trying to trip up a suspect, but you had to have more intelligence than a russet potato to pull off that kind of thing—sadly, this was exactly the type of acumen that Max Galloway did not possess. From where Faith was sitting, it seemed like the two witnesses had just had the misfortune of finding themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. The only positive aspect of their involvement was that the medic had been able to take care of the victim until the ambulance arrived.
Rick asked Faith, “Do you think she’s going to be okay?”
Faith assumed the woman was still in surgery. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “You did everything you could to help her, though. You have to know that.”
“I’ve been at a million car accidents.” Rick looked back at his hands. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. It was … it was just awful.”
In her normal life, Faith wasn’t a touchy-feely person, but as a cop, she knew when a softer approach was needed. She felt the urge to lean across the table and put her hands over Rick’s, to comfort him and draw him out, but she wasn’t sure how Galloway would react and she didn’t want to make herself any more of an enemy than she already was.
Galloway said, “Did y’all meet at the theater or did you take one car?”
Jake, the other man, shifted in his chair. He’d been very quiet from the beginning, only speaking when he was asked a direct question. He kept glancing at his watch. “I need to go,” he said. “I have to get up for work in less than five hours.”
Faith glanced at the clock on the wall. She hadn’t realized it was coming up on one in the morning, probably because the insulin shot had given her a strange sort of second wind. Will had left two hours ago after giving her a quick rundown of what had happened, dashing off to the crime scene before she could offer to join him. He was persistent, and Faith knew that he would find a way to get this case. She just wished she knew what was taking him so long.
Galloway pushed a pad and pen toward the men. “Give me all your phone numbers.”
The color drained from Rick’s face. “Only call my cell. Please. Don’t call me at work.” He glanced nervously at Faith, then back at Galloway. “They don’t like me to get personal calls at work. I’m out in the bus all day. All right?”
“Sure.” Max sat back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest, staring at Faith. “You hear that, vulture?”
Faith gave the man a tight smile. She could take outright hate, but this passive-aggressive crap was getting on her last nerve.
She took out two business cards and handed one to each man. “Please call me if you think of anything else. Even something that doesn’t seem important.”
Rick nodded, tucking the card into his back pocket. Jake held on to his, and she imagined he was going to toss it into the first trashcan he came across. Faith’s impression was that the men didn’t know each other very well. They had been vague about details pertaining to their friendship, but each had presented a movie-ticket stub when asked. They had probably met in the theater, then decided to go somewhere more private.
A cell phone began to play “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Faith corrected her initial assumption, thinking it was more thanlikely the University of Georgia fight song, as Galloway flipped open his phone, saying, “Yeah?”
Jake started to stand, and Galloway nodded to him, as
Rick stared at his hands. He had a rose-gold wedding band around his finger and the most beautiful, delicate hands Faith had ever seen on a man. “She works nights at Crawford Long.”
Faith wondered how the woman would feel knowing that her husband was out getting his knob polished while she was pulling the late shift.
Galloway asked, “What movie did y’all go see?”
He’d asked the two men this same question at least three times, only to be given the same answer. Faith was all for trying to trip up a suspect, but you had to have more intelligence than a russet potato to pull off that kind of thing—sadly, this was exactly the type of acumen that Max Galloway did not possess. From where Faith was sitting, it seemed like the two witnesses had just had the misfortune of finding themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. The only positive aspect of their involvement was that the medic had been able to take care of the victim until the ambulance arrived.
Rick asked Faith, “Do you think she’s going to be okay?”
Faith assumed the woman was still in surgery. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “You did everything you could to help her, though. You have to know that.”
“I’ve been at a million car accidents.” Rick looked back at his hands. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. It was … it was just awful.”
In her normal life, Faith wasn’t a touchy-feely person, but as a cop, she knew when a softer approach was needed. She felt the urge to lean across the table and put her hands over Rick’s, to comfort him and draw him out, but she wasn’t sure how Galloway would react and she didn’t want to make herself any more of an enemy than she already was.
Galloway said, “Did y’all meet at the theater or did you take one car?”
Jake, the other man, shifted in his chair. He’d been very quiet from the beginning, only speaking when he was asked a direct question. He kept glancing at his watch. “I need to go,” he said. “I have to get up for work in less than five hours.”
Faith glanced at the clock on the wall. She hadn’t realized it was coming up on one in the morning, probably because the insulin shot had given her a strange sort of second wind. Will had left two hours ago after giving her a quick rundown of what had happened, dashing off to the crime scene before she could offer to join him. He was persistent, and Faith knew that he would find a way to get this case. She just wished she knew what was taking him so long.
Galloway pushed a pad and pen toward the men. “Give me all your phone numbers.”
The color drained from Rick’s face. “Only call my cell. Please. Don’t call me at work.” He glanced nervously at Faith, then back at Galloway. “They don’t like me to get personal calls at work. I’m out in the bus all day. All right?”
“Sure.” Max sat back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest, staring at Faith. “You hear that, vulture?”
Faith gave the man a tight smile. She could take outright hate, but this passive-aggressive crap was getting on her last nerve.
She took out two business cards and handed one to each man. “Please call me if you think of anything else. Even something that doesn’t seem important.”
Rick nodded, tucking the card into his back pocket. Jake held on to his, and she imagined he was going to toss it into the first trashcan he came across. Faith’s impression was that the men didn’t know each other very well. They had been vague about details pertaining to their friendship, but each had presented a movie-ticket stub when asked. They had probably met in the theater, then decided to go somewhere more private.
A cell phone began to play “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Faith corrected her initial assumption, thinking it was more thanlikely the University of Georgia fight song, as Galloway flipped open his phone, saying, “Yeah?”
Jake started to stand, and Galloway nodded to him, as
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