JJ
I had seen Kinsley’s name written thousands of times.
It had been on appointment books at the old shop, takeout orders when she insisted mine was too complicated to remember, birthday cards, supply lists, convention paperwork, and notes she stuck to my station whenever she stole something and wanted to pretend admitting it made the theft legal.
Seeing it on the detective’s tablet felt completely different.
Taylor, Kinsley.
I stared at the screen until the letters stopped looking like a name I knew.
“Where did you get that?”
The detective sat across from me in my office with Nixx and Benny occupying what little space remained. Stitch had taken over the front because the detective called twenty minutes before my next appointment and asked if I could speak privately.
He turned the
