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Rufus Wedge, otherwise known as the Beacon Hill Butcher, had been the most wanted man in the Pacific Northwest for a long time. The manhunt was now over.
“No more now,” Edward said quietly. He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, except maybe himself. “No more.”
He’d even bought her a textbook for Christmas called Practical Homicide Investigation: Tactics, Procedures, and Forensic Techniques, which was the same textbook police officers used to study homicide
He could close his eyes or stick headphones over his ears, but his goddamned nose kept right on working. Which was a real drawback when the whole bus seemed to smell like Bengay lotion and Shalimar perfume.
“Not everyone is all bad or all good. Good people do bad things every day, and bad people do good things every day.”
Half the time she forgot to tell him things, and the other half of the time she didn’t tell him because she was pretty sure he wouldn’t care.
