Someone pounded on Zach’s door so he clicked off his monitor. No one would be able to see what he was searching for. Especially not Grace.
This time Grace didn’t wait for an invitation, but brushed past him. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t pause. “You didn’t tell me Dolores had a drug problem.”
“Had. She’s been clean for over a year.”
Grace crossed her arms and tapped her sneakered foot on his ceramic tile. “This could be drug related. Someone she pissed of in her former life?” Her eyes were wilder than during her last visit. Something had happened.
“Why now?”
“They could have just gotten out of prison. Or just got sober enough.”
Zach closed his front door, then leaned against it. Tired lines creased her face. He longed to take her into his arms as she had for him at the hospital. But now she needed the comfort.