It was already ten at night, but the detective clearly had no intention of waiting any longer to say what he had just uncovered.

The engine roared beneath the hood, a sound that usually calmed Nathan. Tonight, it did the opposite. His fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel, his gaze shifting between the road ahead and the rearview mirror. Behind them, Julian Steele’s car stayed close, clinging like a shadow.

In the passenger seat, Tessa sat quietly, staring out the window. ...