“I’m not making you anything,” Neal mutters. He cinches his robe a little tighter before helping Norton get his clothes together.
Keller watches them move through the apartment, eyes sharp and quietly predatory. “You been together a while? You move like you have been. Gotta say, I’m a little surprised, given that Rachel Turner’s not even cold in the ground.”
Neal stills in the middle of picking up Norton’s pants. “…What?”
“Oh, you didn’t hear? FBI brought her in this afternoon, maybe to ask about the guy who grabbed you. She committed very messy suicide by cop out front of the Federal Building. Sorry, honey. Figured your keeper would have told you.”
Neal puts a hand out to balance himself against the back of his couch.
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Keller watches them move through the apartment, eyes sharp and quietly predatory. “You been together a while? You move like you have been. Gotta say, I’m a little surprised, given that Rachel Turner’s not even cold in the ground.”
Neal stills in the middle of picking up Norton’s pants. “…What?”
“Oh, you didn’t hear? FBI brought her in this afternoon, maybe to ask about the guy who grabbed you. She committed very messy suicide by cop out front of the Federal Building. Sorry, honey. Figured your keeper would have told you.”
Neal puts a hand out to balance himself against the back of his couch.