“He’s not going to let us inside,” Russ said as they waited, Jake pacing tensely along the sidewalk in front of the gate. Russ was worried about him. That he was angry was no surprise, but there was something else. Something he saw in the depth of Jake’s eyes—pain and self-incrimination. He’s blaming himself. Alan’s death wasn’t his fault. He did everything he could to find the man who abducted him before this happened. Convincing him, though…
Detective Ogden came out of the church, striding to Jake. “Go home, Mr. Marshall,” he said sharply. “You don’t belong here.”
“Alan Sutton was my client,” Jake retorted tightly.
“Was, Mr. Marshall. From what you told me that ceased long before his abduction.”
“Now I’m his client,” Alex said, appearing beside Jake. His expression was ravaged with g
