The apartment door closed behind them. Lauren stood frozen in the entryway, Officer Clark's words still ringing in her ears. 'Sometimes people who stand between a stalker and their target have accidents. Car accidents. Muggings gone wrong.'

Her hands were shaking. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps that she couldn't seem to control. The image of Wyatt lying in a pool of blood, of Liam standing over him with that twisted smile, of losing the one person who made her feel safe—

"Lauren." ...