“Thanks, Monty,” Jack said. “Gotta run.”
He pulled the car away from the Foster house and looked over to Rachel. She knew the look and, before she even knew she was doing it, shook her head.
“Nope.”
“Nope what?”
“Nope, I don’t need to go home yet. Paige is on a play date. As long as I’m home by the time she gets to bed, I’ll be fine.”
“You’re pushing it, Gift,” he said, eyeing her with mock irritation. Only…was it mockery? Or was her insistence on being involved on this case truly starting to get under his skin?
Well, he should have thought of that before he came to my house, she thought.
With that growing tension between them, Jack pointed the car west and headed to the residence of their first real lead.