Chapter One Hundred and Six. Jessie, and Mabel.
Jessie’s Point of View.
Diana sits beside me in her car, only I am the one driving. Why? Because I cannot sit in the passenger seat doing nothing. She seemed to understand that, when I requested her keys, and she gave them up without her usual argument.
I pull up outside the station, looking over at my car parked in its usual spot.
“Babe. Do not go out for a walk. If you need to go anywhere go in the car,” I turn to my woman, concern etched in every last syllable I utter. We have no clue who the hell this person is. Other than we worked out where the first victim was either murdered, or taken from, the leads are stone cold. Yes, we know they made precise cuts, putting a question on medical professionals, and Vets. But honestly, it stil
