Chapter Thirty-Five. Sgt. Craig Smith. Pamela Adams.
Smithy.
Never in the history of workouts have I needed one like I do this one! I am embarrassed, frustrated and feel like a piece of shite. I am lying on the bench, as Jessie spots for me, lifting the heavy weights up and down, up and down, pushing my body to beyond my limit.
“You okay, Smithy?” Jessie asks, as I continue to lift, hoping by some miracle the burn in my muscles will dull the embarrassment I am feeling from the encounter with Pamela Adams’ mother.
“Fine,” I growl, as I strain myself, pushing up the bar.
“Hey, if you need to talk, I am here,” the detective tells me. This is why he is so damned good at his job; he notices things that people would prefer to keep hidden. However, right now, that skill of his is more t
