Detective Jason Broesch touched Sandra on her shoulder. She jerked upward.
“Come with me,” he said.
She turned her head and looked into his eyes. They were a soft, comforting brown ringed by thick brown lashes.
It dawned on her that he had taken off his sunglasses. She looked down and saw them held loosely in his left hand. She watched as he reached up with his right hand and touched her elbow. He cradled it with a firm but gentle grip and steered her out of the house.
They walked to his car. He opened the back door on the curb-side and guided her to sit on the seat making sure her fouled feet were on the floor mat. He closed the door. She noticed there was no handle on the inside.