She moved slightly away from him, as though symbolically distancing herself from this conversation. “It’s amazing what a few drinks will do to loosen someone up,” she said, tacking on a brief smile.
“I’m just trying to get to the truth, Rachel. That’s all.”
“But sometimes the truth doesn’t set us free, does it? Sometimes it traps us.”
“Is the truth trapping you?”
“No, of course not. I was just…speculating. Talking off the top of my head.”
He took her hand. “I want to help you, Rachel.”
“But you work with Decker.”
“That shouldn’t matter. I already told you I don’t think you killed anybody.”
“But…” she said quickly, and then stopped.
“But what?”
She abruptly rose. “I’m really tired all of a sudden. I think I’m going to call it a night.”
Mars stared up at her, and then his expression changed. He leapt up and tackled her as one of the large glass windows shattered. They both fell heavily to the floor, as the shot fired through the window hit its intended target.