And once I got my hands on Amy, she wouldn’t be, either.
But tonight wouldn’t work. With the accident, the local cops would be busy for a while, but that also meant they were out and about. Since I was supposed to be in San Antonio on business, I would do well to head that way and be seen. Taking care of that damn nosy detective had been my main objective tonight and I'd accomplished that.
There would be plenty of time to come back for Amy later.
I'd let some of the heat die down. Maybe a day. Possibly two.
But I would be back.
And I would take care of her once and for all.
Amy
I had no idea how long I'd been asleep, but I had a good idea of what had woken me. From Wolfe’s bedroom, I could hear voices. Loud voices. More than one, at that.
I took a few minutes to get myself presentable, using the restroom, pulling my hair up in a ponytail, brushing my teeth, and putting on clothes. By the time I emerged from the bedroom, the voices had subsided.
“Hey, baby,” Wolfe greeted.
When he walked across the room and came right to me, I knew something was wrong.
“What is it?”
My attention was drawn to Lynx and Reagan sitting at the kitchen table, Copenhagen sleeping on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.
“What happened?” My gaze darted around the house, anxiety curling in my belly. “Where’s Rhys?”
“He had to go work an accident,” Wolfe explained. “Come here. Sit down.”
I pulled out of his grasp. “Tell me, Wolfe. What’s goin’ on?”
He sighed as he thrust his hands in his pockets. “Joanna Tannenbaum was killed tonight.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. “What?”
Oh, God. Oh, God.
I felt the panic bubbling up from my belly. It raced up into my throat, threatening to strangle me.
“Sit,” Wolfe ordered, urging me down on the sofa.
This time I didn’t resist. My legs were too weak.
He followed me down, his arm coming around my shoulders. “She was leavin’ town. Someone ran her off the road. Rhys called a few minutes ago to confirm it was her and that he didn’t suspect it was an accident.”
“He’s here. He’s in Embers Ridge.” I couldn’t breathe. My chest was too tight, my lungs weighed down by some unseen force.
I leaned over, trying to catch my breath. I saw Lynx’s big booted feet as he came to stand in front of me. He perched on the coffee table and I forced myself to look up at him.
“He tried to break into your house tonight,” Lynx told me.
My gaze swung to Reagan. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I was ready for him.” A smile formed on her lips as she nodded toward the door.
I looked over to see three shotguns leaning against the wall and one big, nasty-looking gun beside them.
“Lynx must’ve scared him off,” Wolfe said, his arm tightening around me.
