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.

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

on, start eating. Jason, when you're done, take Monica to

Midway through dinner, the

her bag as they walked out. They got into

Clarissa, "Mom, you

up. "I'll

stay here with my

out, tailing the

that boy-can't even finish dinner without running off. It's after work! What's

"Mrs. Harris, the guy behind us might actually be a murder suspect. Jason's a

city streets. His phone

something on the victim-fish scales in her hair. Judging by the wounds, the killer's

asked, recalling Monica's

"Could be."

suspect

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

shocked. "Officer, you must have