The man was hiding the fact that he was a fucking monster.
“And what brings you to Embers Ridge?” I already knew the answer.
“I’ve kept my eye on the Jane Doe case. The fact that it never went anywhere concerned me. Like I said, it was too coincidental that his girlfriend disappeared at the same time Jane Doe appeared. So, I watched him and waited for him to screw up. It’s inevitable. All criminals screw up eventually.”
I waited patiently for her to explain.
“He turned in an expense report. A gasoline charge. From here in Embers Ridge.”
Son of a bitch.
“No, I shouldn’t have been snooping, but?—”
“It was too coincidental,” I completed for her. I got it.
She nodded. “Honestly. I think Amy Manning is…”
The bells over the door jingled and I looked up as Wolfe and Amy walked into the restaurant.
The detective glanced over at the same time she inhaled sharply and then finished her sentence. “…here in Embers Ridge.”
Well, fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Wolfe
I hadn’t expected Rhys to be home when I woke up. I knew the man had business to take care of this morning. He’d said as much. However, I damn sure hadn’t expected Rhys to be sitting in the diner with a blonde woman wearing a gun and a badge, either. The only point in Rhys’s favor was the fact that he didn’t look happy to be there.
My eyes locked on his and I could see something that looked a hell of a lot like panic set in. My gaze snapped to the woman.
Badge.
Gun.
Not from around here.
Fuck.
It didn’t take brains to figure out what the hell was going on. The blonde was staring at Amy, her eyes wide with recognition, which could only mean one thing.
I had royally fucked up this time. Bringing her here.
Son of a bitch.
“Amy?” the woman called out.
I instantly put my arm around Amy and turned to lead her back out the door, my brain working a million miles a second in an attempt to reverse this clusterfuck and get her out of there. Fast.
“Fuck,” I grumbled.
“What’s wrong? Who was that?” Amy asked.
“No idea, but I don’t think this is somethin’ you need to be in the middle of.” I was going to fucking kill Rhys. How the fuck could he do this?
“What? Why?” Amy turned to look behind us, but I continued to usher her toward my truck.
“Amy! Please wait!” the woman called out.
