Christian Allister
Just as I step out of the shower, I hear her voice, tense with curiosity.
"This is brutal," she says, looking up at me with a frown. "Is this the guy you caught?"
"That's my fault. I shouldn't have left that out. You're not supposed to see that."
She frowns, her eyes lingering on the grisly details before her.
"Closed case files aren't as classified. Or at least that's what I've read."
"Old closed cases aren't classified. Recent ones are. But this isn't even a closed case. It's an active investigation that I should handle with more care than just leaving haphazardly lying around."
Her lips tense as she takes a long step away, guilt washing over her features.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I just saw it and…I shouldn't have just started reading it. Sorry."
I shrug, pulling her to me by the waist, just needing to touch her. I had no idea how much I needed to touch her until she got here.
