Emily was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't notice she wasn't alone until she had her hand on the car door.

"I have a lot of questions." Brandsom waited for her, leaning against the fender, arms crossed over his chest so his badge showed. And the butt of his gun.

Fear started a low throb in the pit of her belly. He knew. That she knew. That she figured it out. Had to be it. She needed to get away from him before he could do anything about it.

"Not without ...