Chapter 37: Mate's Touch
Looking into another person’s eyes usually revealed…well, something. There was always emotion behind the eyes, some hint as to what the person felt or thought, a motivation, a truth, or a lie. Yet, looking into the eyes of a corpse only revealed that life was too damn short, and you needed to grab everything out of it you could while you still drew breath. For one Mister—Lainie Everest glanced down at her notes—Roger O’Brien that chance was over, and whatever he had failed to grab out of life was now lost forever. And now I’m stuck trying to figure out why.
“What can you tell me?” The portly Sheriff Chet Einstein stood beside her, his sheriff’s hat clasped in both hands in front of him, the afternoon breeze making a mess of his gray hair as he stared at the prone body on the ground. Deputy Johnson stood opposite Lainie, his hands in his pockets as he waited for her answer, letting her take the lead. She appreciated the opportunity, even though it made her nervous as hell.