Chapter One Hundred and Two. Diana.
The chatter around the pub, normally a source of familiar comfort is extremely annoying this evening. Why? Because I am wound up like a coiled spring. Damn Jessie, is refusing to see sense.
Trust me, I am NOT being a needy girlfriend, as much as I know I sound like one right now. No. I am worried about him. Seriously worried about him.
My man is blaming himself for the murder and working day and night to try and find what he has missed. He hasn’t left the station for three days now. That cannot be good for him. He is supposed to be studying for his sergeant’s exam, although, I guess I can see his point of view, that it is not important at the moment. The only thing important is finding out who killed that woman.
I had convinced him, that he neede
