Chapter 399: Murder

Georgia's POV:

When Trent picks me up, he doesn't greet me with his usual smile. He seems rushed, less controlled than normal.

"You need to eat before we go," I tell him.

He shakes his head.

"There's no time."

"At least, let me put it in a box for you to eat at the Yard."

He nods his head but doesn't speak. I put a mug of coffee in his hand.

"Drink."

It always surprises me when he lets me boss him around. He's so bossy himself, it's hard to imagine him letting anyone boss him about, least of all me. He stands there in the doorway to my kitchen, drinking the coffee as I pack the box of food. I take longer than I need, just to give him time to finish his drink before he rushes us out the door.

Once we're in the car I ask him about the case, "what's happened?"

"We have a new murder case," he says matter-of-factly.