Sullivan's Justice
“ Neil was drinking a cup of coffee in Carolyn’s kitchen when he heard a knock at the door. He hesitated, trying to decide whether to answer it or not. Looking through the peephole, he saw Melody. His pulse quickened. Carolyn’s words of caution resonated in his head.
Although she was the last person he wanted to see, he couldn’t leave her standing there. As soon as he unlocked the dead bolt, Melody rushed in and embraced him.
“I heard what happened, on television,” she said, a sharp intensity in her voice. She was wearing jeans, a pink cashmere sweater, and a full-length matching coat. Her feet were clad in pink K-Swiss tennis shoes. She’d fashioned her blond hair in a French braid, and her face was void of makeup.
“I’ve been trying to call you all night. Where were you? Why didn’t you answer your cell phone?”
“I was with the police.” They went into the living room and Neil dropped down on the sofa, clasping his hands tightly in his lap. Melody walked over and looked at the family pict...ures on the fireplace mantel.MoreLess
Although she was the last person he wanted to see, he couldn’t leave her standing there. As soon as he unlocked the dead bolt, Melody rushed in and embraced him.
“I heard what happened, on television,” she said, a sharp intensity in her voice. She was wearing jeans, a pink cashmere sweater, and a full-length matching coat. Her feet were clad in pink K-Swiss tennis shoes. She’d fashioned her blond hair in a French braid, and her face was void of makeup.
“I’ve been trying to call you all night. Where were you? Why didn’t you answer your cell phone?”
“I was with the police.” They went into the living room and Neil dropped down on the sofa, clasping his hands tightly in his lap. Melody walked over and looked at the family pict...ures on the fireplace mantel.MoreLess
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