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

tension. "The food's here! Come on, start eating. Jason, when you're done, take Monica to a movie or go shopping,

nodded, but kept his eyes on the other table. Midway through dinner, the man and

they walked out.

Clarissa, "Mom, you keep eating. I'll be

up. "I'll go with

with my mom. I

out, tailing the

that boy-can't even finish dinner without

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

the BMW through city streets. His phone rang-Hank, his

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

recalling Monica's comment about the

"Could be."

a possible suspect now.

the BMW over at the next intersection, and got out, badge and handcuffs ready. "Police.

must