A strand of hair dangled from the webbing of his fingers. Brian was mortified. “No,” he said, picking it free. “When they take hair it’s usually for DNA analysis. I shouldn’t have done that.” Meaning which part, exactly? Making her pose as a murder victim, getting in her personal space, or taking a trophy? It was tough to decide which was the biggest lapse in judgment. He looked her over for evidence he had done anything else out of order. She was slightly hunched and drawn inward. She was cold.
“And you’re freezing.” He took off his coat and put it over her, only afterward realizing that it probably smelled like cigarette smoke. He tried not to smoke in confined spaces like his van or his house, not wanting the chemicals to come in contact with anything his daughter might touch, but he had let the siren’s call of nicotine and the crushing need to stay awake while driving dictate his behavior.
He glanced at the road. Wilt was staring in their general direction, but it was impossible to read his expression.
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-18 05:14 am (UTC)“And you’re freezing.” He took off his coat and put it over her, only afterward realizing that it probably smelled like cigarette smoke. He tried not to smoke in confined spaces like his van or his house, not wanting the chemicals to come in contact with anything his daughter might touch, but he had let the siren’s call of nicotine and the crushing need to stay awake while driving dictate his behavior.
He glanced at the road. Wilt was staring in their general direction, but it was impossible to read his expression.