Chapter 63
INT. - PATRICK SONNICKER'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON
Kinsey was cracked, that much was obvious. But, Gerri had to admit to herself as she drove slightly faster than necessary through the next intersection, she had a point. If the necklace-with the hateful symbols carved into it-was vital to the investigation, Gerri couldn't ignore it.
She just had to hope that, yet again, her anthropologist friend was looking for trouble where none existed.
Never mind the things Gerri may or may not have experienced. She was still doubtful she even recalled correctly the night her first partner in Silver City, Detective Joe Mutch, was killed by the cranked up junkie dealer. She'd been hit on the head the day before, suffering a mild concussion. And though she woke at times in a cold sweat from the image of a green scaled something with eyes so human they haunted her, pulling Joe into the lake, Gerri could force herself to forget in a solid hour at the gym.