Chapter 8
Garrett glanced over at Jordan. He and she both were up to their noses in the old files concerning the Summer Rapist. At her insistence, they were going over every tiny detail on every single case, just in case she missed something.
He pulled off his glasses and looked closely at Jordan. "Jo, are you sure you can handle this?"
"I've second-guessed myself before Garrett," Jordan replied, not taking her eyes off the case file in front of her.
"That's not what I mean and you know it. Do you think you can handle seeing Woody again?"
This time Jordan looked up and carefully ran her hands down the front of her red skirt. Then she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. She was nervous and Garrett knew it.
"I'm a professional, Garret, and if that means dealing with people, including a certain detective, that I find difficult, so be it."
"You know you don't have to see him. I can go."
"Don't you think that the DA and the chief will find that a little strange, seeing as I did all the autopsies on the girls?"
Garrett thought for a minute. "Yeah, you're right. Just be careful with yourself, Jordan."
Jordan got up to leave Garrett's office. Grabbing her purse, she reassured him. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." She smiled at her boss.
"Oh, and Jordan, get some rest before he gets here."
Jordan raised an eyebrow at him.
"You look like hell."
"Thanks, Garrett, flattery will get you everywhere."
Jordan made her way out to her SUV. Another night at The Pogue with her dad and the crowd. She sighed and laid her head on the steering wheel. "I need to stop," she thought. "I do need to stop working so hard all the time. But what will I do with my time?" She automatically drove to the bar.
"You're not needed here tonight," Max told her with a grin.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Go home. Go to sleep. Get some rest."
"Dad, you're beginning to sound like a broken record."
"Broken record my ass. Nigel came by and told me who was coming back into town this week and why. You need to be ready for him and this case. It's important Jordan."
"I can work for a while."
"No. Go home. Take a hot shower. Drink a glass of wine. Get some sleep." Max took her arm and led her to the door. "Now, Jordan."
Her apartment was so quiet when she entered. Too quiet. She hadn't been home this early in.....well, she couldn't remember when. She was just about to go and take that shower when ....
"Hello, Jordan."
Garrett glanced over at Jordan. He and she both were up to their noses in the old files concerning the Summer Rapist. At her insistence, they were going over every tiny detail on every single case, just in case she missed something.
He pulled off his glasses and looked closely at Jordan. "Jo, are you sure you can handle this?"
"I've second-guessed myself before Garrett," Jordan replied, not taking her eyes off the case file in front of her.
"That's not what I mean and you know it. Do you think you can handle seeing Woody again?"
This time Jordan looked up and carefully ran her hands down the front of her red skirt. Then she tucked a stray curl behind her ear. She was nervous and Garrett knew it.
"I'm a professional, Garret, and if that means dealing with people, including a certain detective, that I find difficult, so be it."
"You know you don't have to see him. I can go."
"Don't you think that the DA and the chief will find that a little strange, seeing as I did all the autopsies on the girls?"
Garrett thought for a minute. "Yeah, you're right. Just be careful with yourself, Jordan."
Jordan got up to leave Garrett's office. Grabbing her purse, she reassured him. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." She smiled at her boss.
"Oh, and Jordan, get some rest before he gets here."
Jordan raised an eyebrow at him.
"You look like hell."
"Thanks, Garrett, flattery will get you everywhere."
Jordan made her way out to her SUV. Another night at The Pogue with her dad and the crowd. She sighed and laid her head on the steering wheel. "I need to stop," she thought. "I do need to stop working so hard all the time. But what will I do with my time?" She automatically drove to the bar.
"You're not needed here tonight," Max told her with a grin.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Go home. Go to sleep. Get some rest."
"Dad, you're beginning to sound like a broken record."
"Broken record my ass. Nigel came by and told me who was coming back into town this week and why. You need to be ready for him and this case. It's important Jordan."
"I can work for a while."
"No. Go home. Take a hot shower. Drink a glass of wine. Get some sleep." Max took her arm and led her to the door. "Now, Jordan."
Her apartment was so quiet when she entered. Too quiet. She hadn't been home this early in.....well, she couldn't remember when. She was just about to go and take that shower when ....
"Hello, Jordan."