The Bound Between Us

Chapter 817

What are the odds?

That guy was out on a date with a drop-dead gorgeous woman, sharing hotpot at a little spot downtown. Monica barely glanced over before looking away.

He was average-really average. Nothing about his looks stood out, but the woman with him? She looked like she belonged on a magazine cover. Monica wasn't the only one to notice; Jason found himself sneaking a look, too.

The guy wore no-name clothes—nothing fancy. The woman, though, was decked out: a designer bag that cost more than Monica's car, a dress worth a small fortune. She looked every inch the socialite.

Monica had a knack for spotting knockoffs, but everything the woman wore was the real deal.

She leaned in and whispered to Jason, "That guy? I saw him at the crime scene earlier. He smelled like fish-probably works with seafood. I've got to hand it to him, though. Pulling a woman like that? He must be either incredibly attentive or just really gets women. She's clearly not with him for his looks."

Jason's detective instincts kicked in. "The crime scene is over twenty kilometers from here. The people hanging around there should all be locals."

Monica thought for a second. “So he went to the crime scene on purpose? Why? How would he know there was a murder?"

They exchanged a look. The guy had just become a person of interest.

Jason took another look at the woman with him—she didn't look anything like the victim in the file he'd just gotten. The victim had been an unemployed woman, no steady job, but lived well enough.

Monica's adrenaline pumping. The idea that the man behind her could be a suspect made her restless with

broke the tension. "The food's here! Come on, start eating. Jason, when you're done,

other table. Midway through dinner, the man and woman got

bag as they walked out. They got into a sleek

you

stood up. "I'll

my mom.

out, tailing the

finish dinner without running off. It's after

Harris, the guy behind us might actually be a murder suspect. Jason's a cop-he can't let a

city streets. His phone

in her hair. Judging by the wounds, the killer's probably used to working

asked, recalling Monica's comment about the

"Could be."

suspect now.

out, badge and handcuffs ready. "Police. You're a person of interest in

"Officer, you must have the