The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 816

Monica’s voice was light and cheerful. “Yep, he’s settled the whole Alisa thing. There was never anything between them—it was all her playing games.”

“So he really handled it?” Anastasia laughed, sounding relieved. “Good. I won’t hold you up, then. Let’s do dinner this weekend—bring Jason, too.”

“Absolutely, I’ll let him know.”

Monica hung up just as Jason walked over.

“All done? Any leads?” she asked.

Jason brushed a hand through his hair. “Victim’s twenty-five, dressed up, found out past the city limits. One stab, right to the chest. Looks like someone she knew—no signs she even tried to fight back.”

Monica mused, “Maybe she was meeting her boyfriend and it went bad? Crime of passion? If so, checking her friends and contacts should point us to the killer.”

“If only it were that simple,” Jason said. “But it doesn’t line up with the serial case. Still, whoever did this used the same method. Maybe a copycat.”

Normally, Jason would have Monica take a look at the scene—her instincts were uncanny. But this time, the body had been soaking in water all night. The sight was enough to haunt anyone’s dreams. He didn’t want her anywhere near it.

“You’ll catch them, I know it,” Monica grinned. “So, dinner?”

“You were talking to Anastasia?”

“Nothing gets by you, Detective,” Monica teased. “Ana wants to take us out this weekend to thank you for helping her with Herman. But tonight, my treat—how about sushi?”

He shook his head. “Not a big sushi fan. Let’s get hotpot instead.” Jason called a quick goodbye to his coworkers, then naturally took Monica’s hand. “Come on—tonight, you’re finally meeting my mom.”

Monica didn’t seem fazed at all—just joked, “Wow, no pressure, huh?”

“Mom’s been after me ever since she found out we’re back together,” Jason said, smiling. “She wants to meet you, officially, as my girlfriend. Then she’ll finally relax. Monica, I know I dragged things out before and hurt you. From now on, I’m not letting go.”

Monica felt a little floaty. “Why do you suddenly sound like Herman? That’s so sappy.”