Chapter 34

Right, Wednesdays were the days of the calls normally. “Did she have a reason to call on a Monday?”

Mark groaned, the sound frustrated today. “Someone shot at a cop three hours from here, so she wanted to know if, by any chance, I had anything to do with it. She sounded hopeful.”

Francis pressed a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from saying something horrible. Once he was calm again, he sighed. “Do you have plans for Valentine’s?” he found himself asking.

Mark snorted. “Hallmark Holiday? No, not really. I normally work, but I think Erin wanted the shift this year.” Then suddenly he seemed to realize that, in the loosest terms, someone might think they could have something to do with each other during Valentine’s. “Why?” The question came out slightly rough.