Chapter25

#Chapter25

J.D. finished drying the breakfast dishes, went into the living room, settled onto the couch and clicked on the TV. He caught the tail end of the morning news. Captain Bryce of the PHPD was giving a press conference. It only lasted a few minutes and by the time it was over he had ended up saying a whole lot without saying much of anything: the investigation was ongoing, the officer who had been attacked suffered no permanent injury, and a connection between the attack and the Chosen Killings had not yet been confirmed.

As he shut off the TV, he thought of last night. Mainly he thought of the parting words he had spoken to Kacey: /"You can mail me a check./" It had been a reckless thing to say. Sometimes he did that—said things and then thought later about how his words may have been received.