Every Breath You Take: A Novel (A Kristen Conner Mystery Book 2) by M.K. Gilroy Read Free Book Online Page A

tonight, my mom is going to an activity with the senior adults at the church, and Jimmy and Kaylen have a party at their house with the newlyweds from the church, so I am absolutely a free agent with nothing to do. I might go down to Grant Park for an outdoor concert. I don’t know who is playing and don’t care. I might window shop on the Magnificent Mile. I might go to the shooting range and work with my new Sig Sauer the FBI gave me. I might go to a movie or read a book. After five weeks of a strict regimen, it’s great having freedom to do anything or nothing I want.
    I’m in a great mood even after I get stuck in the middle lane for a couple miles, sandwiched between two drivers intent on obeying the speed limit—and making sure everyone else does, too. My Snowflakes won. Tiffany scored two and Kendra scored one—but we actually had three other girls get a goal. I guess Tiffany’s dad did okay as assistant coach while I was gone.
    I stopped downtown on the way home. Spent an hour at the Apple Store looking at the latest iPhone model. Just when the salesman—not sure all their employees are geniuses but they all seem bright—was ready to give up, I surprised him and myself by buying a new one. I jogged to the park and listened to a group called the Salient Scream for five minutes. There was nothing particularly salient and definitely nothing silent about them so I moved on. I didn’t know anyone but Austin Reynolds at Quantico. I feel a little lonely. As much as I complain about my family, they are about all I have.
    I meandered to where my car was parked and headed home, thinking about an FBI agent who shall remain nameless who is probably in Maine by now.
    I wandered around my little place with a t-shirt, tattered shorts, and no shoes. At nine Jaws came on WGN and I watched it for maybe the tenth time. Doesn’t take much to make me happy.
    After watching a shark explode, I watched Klarissa do the news for five minutes on DVR and wondered what precinct got the Durham case. The article only quoted bigwigs like the mayor so that doesn’t tell me who is running the show.

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    I’VE DECIDED I should be more environmentally aware. I do recycle paper, glass, and most aluminum and metal—most of the time. I don’t pay attention to cardboard like I should. The only time I really notice plastic enough to separate it from the rest of the trash is when it is large enough to hold a gallon of liquid, like milk or distilled water for my steam iron.
    Now that my ‘97 Miata is fixed up inside and out, I’ve decided to start taking public transportation to work. Go figure. But my new commitment makes me feel engaged and green. Don and I are assigned a car from motor pool each month, so why not? I have downloaded the mobile app that updates the exact location of any bus in the city. Technology is wonderful and scary . I just have to catch a bus outside my apartment complex, jump on the El, and grab another bus that delivers me to the front door of the Second Precinct. If things stay on schedule, I will save five minutes commute on my way to work. I haven’t figured the return trip yet.
    It’s Monday morning, my first day back to work at CPD after an almost two-month medical leave of absence. I talked to Captain Zaworski on Friday and it’s official that Don Squires and I are still partners. I’m relieved. I’m comfortable with Don. I know his family. He’s one of my favorite people to fight with. I’m not sure he reciprocates my level of enjoyment for our nonstop repartee, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t give it back to me.
    I hit the button to light up the screen on my new iPhone to see what time it is as my bus lurches forward from another stop. My bus is not on schedule and I’m going to miss the Express train on the Purple line. I’ve been feeling so good about my decision to go green since I watched an episode of Planet Earth while I was at Quantico, but now I’m not sure it’s going to live to see