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.

idea that the man behind her could be a suspect made her restless with

eating. Jason, when you're done, take Monica to a movie

table. Midway through

was attentive, carrying her bag as they walked out. They got into a sleek

to Clarissa, "Mom, you keep

up. "I'll go with

here with my mom. I won't be

out,

dinner without running off. It's after work! What's so

us might actually be a murder suspect.

through city streets. His

scales in her hair. Judging by the wounds, the

Monica's comment about

"Could be."

a possible suspect

badge and handcuffs ready. "Police. You're a person of

must have the wrong person—I