Witness... And Wife?. Kate Stevenson

      Cassie hadn’t spoken a word since they’d left Kimball’s office, not even after Luke called the station again. He’d expected her to be as frustrated as he over the delay in tracing yesterday’s call, but she’d brushed aside his explanations with an irritated wave of her hand.

      He glanced sideways. Bright spots of color stained her cheekbones. She was angry all right, but not over having to wait for a subpoena of the cellular company’s records.

      “I’ll drive,” he offered when they reached her car.

      Grabbing a folded paper from beneath her windshield, she unlocked the passenger door, then silently handed over the key.

      “What is it?” Luke indicated the paper in her hand.

      “Advertising,” she answered curtly and ducked into the car.

      Whistling tunelessly, he circled to unlock the driver’s side. If he’d had as much sense as God gave mud, he realized, he’d have kept his mouth closed when they left Kimball’s office. Only, the judge’s condescending responses to Luke’s questions had left him feeling like a cat whose fur had been rubbed against the grain.