Matt Roger’s POV
I opened the door to the den and stepped inside. Jennifer was still sitting at the desk and looked up at me. “I didn’t know you used to be a police officer,” she said softly. “Why did you quit?”
“My wife didn’t like my being a cop,” I said. “She didn’t like the hours, didn’t like the danger, and didn’t like the hold she said the department had on me.”
“Oh,” she said softly. “How does she like your working as a private investigator, then? It doesn’t seem to me that the hours are any better.”
“She’s not my wife any more,” I said. “We got divorced. Turns out it wasn’t my being a cop she didn’t like, it was me.”
An odd look formed in her beautiful green eyes and she sat there, looking thoughtful for a few moments, then she shook her head, as if she was trying to clear it.
