Images from Pixabay “I didn’t invite you here to ask for your help,” Kim lied, “It’s been a while since we’ve got together.” Blush streaked across Richard’s cheeks, down to the collar of his uniform, “Aren’t you married?” “Was,” she slid a hand into his lap. Richard yanked on the collar of his ballistic vest, the Velcro shricking its way open, ”I’m really sorry about your cousin, but I’m just a patrol officer. We don't have access to homicide files.” ”She isn't - wasn’t my cousin. She was my cousin’s wife. She had a name, ” Kim took her hand away, dug in her purse. ”Here,” she put the picture in front of him, ”Her name was Sol.” ”Your cousin’s wife? And you have how many cousins with how many spouses?” Richard folded his arms, the muscles bunching underneath his sleeves. Kim slid the 8x10 off the bed, careful to touch only the edges, “Forget I said anything. I mean, who cares if two of my cousins died in the past year.” “I thought it was three,” Richar