Dalton ushered Elyse to his car in the parking garage. With a gentleman's flare, he opened the door and assisted her into the seat of his low red Porsche 911 GT3. He closed her door, hurried around the front, and sat into the driver's seat. The engine purred when he turned the key.

What am I doing? Elyse questioned herself. Desperation and the admittance she needed help made her take things onto her own shoulders. Consulting with, let alone engaging someone to find her best friend, ...