Chapter 32

And now Chris was a suspect.

The knife slipped, casting bits of carrot onto the counter. Chris put the knife down, letting out a heavy sigh. Perhaps a knife near his fingers wasn’t a good idea at the moment.

Chris braced himself against the cabinet and stole a glance out the window over the sink. Black storm clouds were rolling in. Storms usually comforted him, but now they only added to his irritation. It had been a bad day, and it wasn’t over yet.

His phone on the counter vibrated. He read the caller ID and his heart dropped. It was James, so he let it ring a few times before he answered. “Hey.”

James said, “Can I park in the garage?”

“Sure.” Chris ended the call as he went to the garage and pushed the button to raise the door. He leaned against the doorjamb as James drove in and parked next to Chris’s Santa Fe, then he hit the button to lower the door.

James got out, carrying a briefcase. He shut the car door, then approached Chris. “We need to talk.”

“Yeah.”