Detective Miller listened to the sound of the liquor pouring into the glass before him. Rachel was the one pouring it, and she did so with all her attention focused on it, as if that was the only thing that mattered at the time. And it was. What could be more welcoming than the thought of having strong liquor in the afternoon that would help calm their nerves.
They were sitting in Rachel's step-down dining room, about to get involved in what was going to be perhaps the biggest indoor drinking spree that the both of them had ever had.
Rachel looked pale, at least in his eyes. She was worn out with worry. Her eyes had bags underneath them and thick dark circles surrounded them both. Detective Miller felt deeply for her, but he could not say it.
