Ayanna smiled that unnerving smile at Teresa again, who returned it in an equally cautious manner, both of which went seemingly unnoticed by Aiden. The two women faced him while drawing conclusions about each other.
“So, sweetheart,” Ayanna said. “Tell us about yourself. What brings you down to these parts?”
Teresa shifted a bit in her seat, hoping that she could draw less attention to the stacks and stacks of paper she was carrying with her.
“Just wandering, you know. I do a little writing and needed to clear my head. Get a little inspiration. Scenery, you know. It’s important.”
Teresa was always surprised with the ease with which she was able to lie while she worked. It was not a talent that extended to her personal life. She usually stuttered and turned a bright shade of red when she told even the smallest white lie. But when she was working, she had no problem coming up with elaborately believable stories. Usually, they were based on the life of someone she had investigated, and often she felt that she knew suspects a lot better than she knew herself. Continue reading
Teresa Jordan Crimes 