Zach bit his tongue. He wasn't helping Grace this way. Besides it wasn't his case despite the fact that he was taking it personally. “Pack a bag. We're going to my place."
She blinked at him as if not understanding. “I have a bed here."
He jammed a hand through his hear, yanking out a lock from the band that held it back. “And you aren't safe, here. The cops have a guy posted on the street, but he may not be able to stay here all night."
He stood signaling that the conversation was done. At least in his mind. Opening a closet door, he discovered an empty backpack. He dropped it onto the bed next to her.
“I don't like running."
“Oh? I think now might be the best time to run."
Grasping her hand, he pulled her to her feet. She gasped and tugged at her hand. “Why would the killer come b
