CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
The world was a blur when Avery got to Tricia’s residence. She lived in a small townhouse in a cute neighborhood not too far away from Jack’s place. She had instructed him to move somewhere else for a while and Biel had still found him. When O’Malley pulled the patrol car up to the lot, there were already two patrol cars parked there, painting the townhouse in washes of red and blue strobing light.
O’Malley had barely stopped the car before she was reaching for the door handle.
“Avery, wait,” he pleaded. “Let me come with you.”
She didn’t bother with a response. As she ran up the walk, her mind and heart seemed to be quarreling. On one side, she was having to accept that fact that although she had fallen far out of love with Jack many years ago, she had still spent a
