Annabelle's POV
Detective Walsh is exactly what I expected from the blurry photo Sofia showed me. Middle aged, expensive suit, the kind of face that's learned how to look friendly while delivering threats. He's holding a leather briefcase and wearing a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
"Miss Callahan, thank you for opening the door." He glances at Sofia standing behind me. "Perhaps we could speak privately?"
"Anything you need to say to me, you can say in front of my friend." I don't move from the doorway. My heart is pounding but I'm not going to let him see that I'm scared.
Walsh's smile tightens just a fraction. "Very well. May I come in? This conversation would be better conducted sitting down."
I want to slam the door in his face but something tells me that would make things wor
