(Cindy’s POV) Work. Work was a beautiful thing. At least her work, which she loved. Her work which she loved more than anything else in the world. Did she love her work more than anything else in the world? Of course she did! Yes. She loved her job. She was good at it, maybe even…
(LINDSAY’S POV) The absence of distinct dog smell had enlightened Lindsay to the fact that Martha’d had a bath when she came home the previous night. Now, the fairly intricate fur styling, complete with bow, that she noticed immediately upon coming through the door, reminded Lindsay of just how bored Cindy had to be stuck…
(Cindy’s POV) They had exactly one minute to talk, because Lindsay got in after Cindy had gone to bed and didn’t wake her. If Lindsay hadn’t sloshed hot coffee all over her hand and yelped right as she was getting ready to leave, Cindy might not have known she had been there at all. She…
(Lindsay’s POV) Things were really coming together with the case, but Lindsay had to break away. She needed clothes and a minute or two at home for research. When Cindy had randomly called in the middle of the afternoon the day before, it had been disconcerting. The call had started normally enough. Cindy asked what…
(Cindy’s POV) Another day, another list. This one taped to the coffee pot so Lindsay would be sure it wouldn’t be missed. When Cindy walked into the kitchen and saw it, she thought for the first time that prison might be a comfortable alternative. Who knew a place with so little square footage could have…
(Lindsay’s POV) At ten o’clock, Lindsay called Cindy to tell her she would be very late coming home. At three-thirty in the morning, Lindsay realized that her late night had officially become an all-nighter. At around six, Lindsay decided that she had every right to bathe in her own bathroom despite the fact that there…