Chapter 35: Don't Be Jealous

“Oh.”

“What’d you think it was?”

“Nothing.”

Trey didn’t like the idea of Mallory with anyone else. Jesse was fine because he wasn’t a threat, but any others were unknowns.

He shook off the feeling. Don’t be jealous.

Her friend turned out to be a pretty nice guy with a wedding ring on his hand and about fifteen years on Mallory. “No criminal record. I’d bet you’ll find more out on your own. On the internet. Sometimes these guys leave trails that anyone can find. We cops just forget to look.”

“Thanks, Jim,” Mallory said, then kissed his cheek. He left.

Her cell phone vibrated. “I’ll get that later. I don’t recognize the number.”

He motioned to a row of computers. “Fine. I’ll search.”

Trey sat as she settled on the chair next to him. Her scent wafted into his nostrils and broke his concentration.

But he wouldn’t have her go away for anything.

***

Sweat poured off of Booth. After six shots, he hadn’t hit the can. The coffee can. No soup can. A big honking coffee can.