Cold Case

Never in his wildest dreams had Jeffrey imagined himself in an SUV. Not that there was any wrong with an SUV, but it just wasn’t his vibe. Then again, being ambushed and beaten to near death was something he never consciously thought about, otherwise he’d never have been a cop. It was a risk he took every day for decades, and that day came and went. But he was alive, and now thanks to Abbie’s prodding— or maybe threats— he was finally working, taking on cold cases. But self-pity and negative musings still plagued him. It had to stop.