“I don’t stare at people,” Val said abruptly, then thought, What kind of person does she think I am? Does she really think I would be rude enough to stare at some disfigured man? Maybe I’m not a seasoned death investigation professional, but I’m certainly not an uncouth baboon.

“Just warning you, that’s all. Sometimes it’s hard not to stare no matter how many times you tell yourself not to. I just don’t want you to be surprised.”

Val said nothing further and walked out of the decomp room. For some reason Gwen was on her heels, following her down the hallway. A feeling of superiority wafted over Val. She sensed Gwen wanted to find out why the detective was asking to see her and was trying to be included in the interview. She had no problem with Gwen tagging along. This detective was here to talk to her about one of the most high-profile cases in Buffalo’s history, a case she had been part of. Let Gwen sink her teeth into that.

When they arrived at the office, a man was sitting in the tiny space, reclining in the chair. His back was to the door.

“Don’t stare,” Gwen instructed in a hushed tone in Val’s ear as the two went inside. Val reached a hand behind her, swatting at Gwen, trying to keep her at an acceptable distance, and quiet.

The man turned round, stood up, and smiled. “I’m Jack Styles. I’m investigating the murder of Julia DeHaviland and was hoping that I could ask you some questions.”

Val did stare, and her mouth opened but no words came out. She was speechless.

He was tall, his frame outlined by broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. Chiseled cheekbones and a strong jaw were accompanied by dark hair and dark eyes. Everything about him looked good, but it was mostly his eyes. He had devilish eyes, the kind of eyes that grabbed women’s souls instantly and held them indefinitely.

“You must be Dr. Knight.” Jack continued to smile.

“Yes. How can I help you, Detective…?” Val hesitated. She was staring at him so intently she forgot who he said he was. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Gwen cover her mouth to hide the satisfaction of fooling her. Her cheeks grew hot as she became self-conscious.

“Styles. Jack Styles.” He held out his hand, still smiling but now in a pretentious manner. He hadn’t taken his gaze off her and seemed to be aware that she was distracted.