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“How long after the other women received the polish did he take them?”

“We only know about the seventh victim’s package.”

“Find out.”

I looked at him.

Trigger’s eyes were hard, but fear lived beneath the anger.

He had survived war.

He had buried friends.

He had lost Ranger.

Now someone was threatening his wife, and there was nothing he could shoot to stop it.

“We’re already checking,” I said.

“That isn’t fast enough.”

“It has to be.”

Rylie moved beside him.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Trigger turned.

“That’s the problem.”

She took his hand.

“He wants me afraid.”

“I’m afraid enough for both of us.”

Her expression softened.

She lifted his hand and pressed it against her chest.

“I’m right here.”

“For now.”

“I’ll be here tomorrow too.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No. But I know you. I know your team. And I know Judy.”

She looked toward me.

The trust in her eyes hurt.

College had been a long time ago. We had lived separate lives and become different people.

Still, she believed I would save her.