“Oh, Lord. What a tragedy.” Brandon pulled Selene down next to him and put his arm around her shoulders. “No wonder you've been so stressed out. If anyone can catch this guy, it's you.”
“I don't catch the suspects. I only question them,” she reminded him. “It's scary, you know? This girl was not a hooker—not that that's an excuse. She was just out with her friends at a club and had a little too much to drink. They were good friends, so they called her a cab. Next morning, she was found beaten, b****y and semiconscious in a ditch seven miles from town.”
“Have you questioned the cab driver?”
“No one can find him,” she said, shaking her head in helpless agitation. “Brandon, this could happen to anyone.”
“I know,” he said grimly. “Her friends must be devastated.”
“They are. They all feel
