Emma
There are certain things a woman doesn’t expect to hear at three in the morning.
One is that her boyfriend spent the evening intimidating a dangerous criminal.
Another is that her abusive husband might be carrying evidence connected to the death of that boyfriend’s former lover.
Unfortunately, my life had become a collection of things no sane person would expect.
Jake stood beside the kitchen counter, staring at the photograph Nash had sent him.
I touched his arm.
“What’s wrong?”
He turned the screen toward me.
A black leather folder lay on a desk, its silver clasp catching the light. Beneath it, someone had written two words.
Mara Vance.
My stomach tightened.
“Why would Derek have something with Mara’s name on it?”
“That’s what I intend to find out.”
He sounded exhauste
