Separately, of course. Then they’d climbed into his big Dodge Ram. It hadn’t given Max quite the charge it usually did. Witnessing a murder, even if it was only on disk, tended to put a damper on some things.She drummed her fingers on the armrest. “Did it occur to you that Nadine could have been one of those women in the video?”Witt rolled his eyes. “Duh, Max,” he mocked. “Surprised you didn’t say that last night.”“The thought crossed my mind as I was falling asleep.”“A little slow on the uptake, aren’t you?”“You’re still mad I went to Traynor’s alone.”He flashed her a quick glance before turning back to the road. “Couldn’t be I’m worried about keeping your pretty, idiotic little neck out of jail.”“Thanks. You think I’m pretty?”“Trust you to pick up on that instead of the idiot part.”She put the banter aside. “I had to do what I did, Witt. I’m the only one who knows what Bud Traynor is capable of.”Even in hindsight, she wouldn’t change a thing.
