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ing cell, having a cozy conversation with my exhusband." |
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"Rich must have thought you did. For quite a while now Lou and I have been trying to find out who's trying to start up gang activity in Lakeview. It looks like Rich is the guy we're looking for, though how he's managed everything is beyond me." |
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Chris shook his head slowly. "Seems kind of farfetched for him to try and kill us over a photo, which in the end proves nothing. Are you sure he's not just jealous? Jealousy is a more believable motivation for murder in my book." |
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"What would you know about jealousy, McCall?" |
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"Plenty," he muttered, remembering the sound of D.J.'s voice when she'd said "Danny boy" after waking up from her enforced rest. Chris grit his teeth to avoid saying anymore. |
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"Jealousy?" She said the word as though she had never heard it before. "What could Rich have to be jealous of?" |
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He breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't probed any further about his own feelings. They had no time for that now. "He might be jealous of you and me." |
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D.J. laughedthe first true sound of mirth Chris could recall her uttering. "I don't think so, McCall. First of all, when we were married he was possessive, not jealous. He liked to tell me I was his and all that macho garbage. But he had no reason to be jealous. He knew better than anyone how I was" She broke off and her gaze flicked to his, and then |
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