CHAPTER 8
In the morning, Brandon's resolve had settled on several things. Getting up early, he brewed coffee and woke Selene.
Seated on the couch beside him, she yawned sleepily over a steaming cup. “What's wrong, honey?” she asked. “You look tired.”
“I didn't sleep well.”
She lowered her head in groggy acknowledgment. A few sips of caffeine and awareness began to dawn in her sleepy eyes. “I forgot to tell you. Yesterday we picked up Miranda's stalker. I questioned him. He was responsible for that poor woman’s death, and he confessed. He's going to prison for a long time.”
“Did he kill her?” Brandon demanded.
“Not intentionally. He was chasing her in her car, and she wrecked.”
His insides clenched at the thought. Poor Miranda. She must have been terrified. “I hope they nail his a*s
