A fleeting movement, an image at one of the windows from inside the bank...Darren? Why was he still here? After he had told her to butt off, hadn't he gotten in his car and driven away?
What was he doing in the crime scene? Jessica was excited to know that Darren was taking such an interest in this case. Was it interest? Hadn't the papers once deemed Darren "senseless," or "randomly without logic"? Didn't a few cops refer to Darren as insane? Jessica didn't think Darren was senseless or insane, but he sure acted strangely at times.
At times, he was a competent police chief. At other times, he just shrugged off the most heinous crimes. Jessica twined single pieces of hair around her fingers and then let them go, frizzle the way they always did over her head.
She decided to give it another try with Darren. Maybe she could bring up her friendship with Linda, the forty-five something policewoman Darren so desperately wanted to go out with. Linda could be considered pretty, as if such an attribute would be of high value and worth the agony of a face lift; as if a pretty face was unconditionally superior to a woman's dignity.
Jessica shrugged. Face-lift or what, Linda could help her.
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