Page 22 of I Can't Even

Really good.

I hadn’t had such a good day in what felt like forever.

I’d even gone on a run this morning.

Sure, it’d been a mile and a half, but it’d been long enough to test out the strength in my leg. And know that I could do longer next time.

I arrived in my office and took a seat at my desk.

Ignoring the paperwork that was already piling up on the corner, I opened up the file that we had on the serial killer.

Picking up my phone, I called Tobin.

“Hello?” he answered, sounding short.

“Hey,” I said. “What’s crawled up your ass?”

He sighed. “My wife.”

I should’ve known that without asking.

Apparently, the chief’s wife and Tobin’s had something in common.

“What’s the problem now?” I wondered.

“She’s throwing a fit because I’m in Dallas.” He sighed.

I chuckled.

‘In Dallas’ was code for near Ande.

It didn’t matter that Dallas and the surrounding metroplex was nearly ten thousand square miles.

It didn’t even matter that Ande was now happily married with children.

The crazy woman was still insanely jealous.

“She knows, right, that y’all dated in high school? That it was nothing more than the bullshit dating every high schooler does for a month and breaks it off?” I asked.

Even though I knew she knew that.

I’d told her myself.

That didn’t mean Crissa McGraw would ever be okay with it.

She’d rather die than ever be okay with it.

I wasn’t sure how Tobin did it.

At least they didn’t have any kids.

Maybe one day he’d get his head out of his ass enough to see that she was toxic.

But that day wasn’t today.

“She does.” He sighed. “Hey, I got your notes from the nurse. Any thoughts you didn’t put into that email?”

“No,” I answered. “I think that she genuinely got the bad vibe off of him and chose to stay away. Which makes me wonder why some of these other women didn’t pick up on it.”

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