A smile curved Addie’s lips. Jules had not stopped with the meals, the check-ins, the kind gestures…it was amazing.Juleswas amazing.
Addie: I would love that. Coffee tomorrow?
She hit send and had just locked her phone when it vibrated with a text.
That was quick.
But when she looked at the screen, it wasn’t Jules.
Unknown: You think I’m fucking around? I’m not. Just wait and see.
Fear fisted in her chest, but it was quickly replaced by another emotion…anger.
She was so mad. Mad that this asshole was messing with her life. That he’dkilledsomeone. And he still wasn’t even telling her why.
Addie: Tell me why you’re doing this. What have I done to you?
Unknown: It’s too late to start asking questions, Addie. You’ve already overstayed your welcome.
Her fingers were moving before she could stop them.
Addie: Fuck you.
“You thinkIdid it?”
Jesse sighed. “Of course not. My deputy was just doing his job asking those questions.”
Noah gritted his teeth as he looked around the yard.
“You didn’t tell me things had gotten so bad,” Jesse said, voice hushed.
“I’m seeing a therapist. I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do.”
“I’m sure you are. I’m sorry you’re going through that. I’m also sorry I can’t share more of the case with you. I wish I could.”
“You can’t even tell me if you have any suspects?”
Jesse swallowed. “I can tell you that we found prints on the battery acid…Rhett’s.”
So hehaddone it. Asshole.
“Yet I’m still a suspect,” Noah said quietly.
Jesse stepped closer. “You threatened to kill the guy. Less than a week later, he turns up dead. I’m doing everything I can to steer this case away from you and find the person who actually did it.” He glanced around the yard before looking back at Noah. “Some of my deputies want me to get a court order to get any information your therapist has on your mental health.”
Jesus Christ.
“But I told you, I’m fighting for you,” Jesse pushed. “Because I know it would be a waste of time. You didn’t do anything.”
Noah spotted Addie across the lawn. Her head was down, and she was looking at her phone, but the second she glanced up and her gaze caught on his, he saw it. The fear. The anger.
“Something’s wrong.” He stormed across the yard. “What is it?”
She handed him her cell, and he took it just as Jesse came to stand beside him. Noah’s gaze ran over the texts, and suddenly he wanted to punch something. Ram his fist into a fucking wall, he was so frustrated.
“He texted back,” Jesse said, sounding a hell of a lot calmer than Noah.
“Yeah, but not to my last text,” Addie said, shaking her head. “I’m so angry. And frustrated. Why won’t they leave me alone?”
