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Chapter 7
Don got into his suburban as Terry climbed into the other side. "Are you sure you don't want me to drive?"
"Terry," he said with a warning tone to his voice.
"Don!" she retorted, "We are working on the most frustrating case of our careers and heading to a crime scene, which happens to be the house you grew up in, and tell your father that your brother is a kidnapping victim."
"I'm fine"
"Are you sure about that?"
Don looked Terry in the eyes, "Yes." Terry let it go and they rode in silence for a few blocks before Terry spoke again.
"Don."
"What," he asked becoming aggravated.
"What was that look for?"
Don shot her a questioning look, "What look?"
"Back
in the office," she said. "When the accountant told you that
they needed Charlie to come in and look at the papers you had a look
of…disgust on your face."
Don shifted uncomfortably in his
seat, "It was nothing."
"Don, if…"
"Terry," he cut her off. "It was nothing."
"Don…"
"It is not important to the case," Don cut her off again.
"How can you know that?"
"I do."