“For Christ’s sake, it’s just the country store. It isn’t a bank branch with security cameras. What’s wrong, they don’t have clothes?”

“They have TVs,” he hissed. “And internet, and they can stream news channels. The police have just put out an APB on you. Your photo is going to be featured in the evening news tonight.”

He heard the breath go out of her. She said in a choked voice, “Well, that complicates things.”

“Yes, it does,” he snapped. Then he made an effort to corral his wayward temper and said more calmly, “Look, you’re not a suspect. The current theory is that Austin killed your lawyer and then died trying to set the fire in her office.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why would he do that? It wasn’t as if he could stop her from filing the divorce papers. She had already done that the Friday before.”

“I know, but I just talked with the lead detective. With her office records destroyed, I don’t think they’ve discovered that yet. Even still, it looks too pat. They aren’t convinced, but they don’t have anything else to go on right now. They want to see if you can shed any light on what might have happened, but the concern is that Austin did something to you and you’re dead too. You should be fine when you drive far enough away from the area, but you’re not there yet. So wash what you’ve got and stay fucking put. I’ll bring you a few outfits when I deliver the documents tomorrow.”

“Fine. Do you have to get back to work?” she asked abruptly.

He craned his neck from side to side to ease the tension in his shoulders and made himself relax. “No, I can take a few minutes,” he said. At least he no longer sounded like a crazy man. “What do you need? Are you all right?”

“I’m frustrated and going stir-crazy, and I feel a little stupid about insisting I go to the store, but I’m fine.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You didn’t know about the APB,” he replied. “It just went out, so I know what you said sounded reasonable from your point of view. But I don’t issue arbitrary orders, Molly. You need to trust me when I tell you to do something. Or not to do something, as it were.”

“Okay.” She sounded calmer too. “You’re right.”

He wanted to put his arms around her. Goddamn it. “I’m sorry for biting your head off. I’m on a rampage today. It’s not you.”

“What’s wrong?”

Aside from the fact that I’m losing my fucking mind over you?

He clenched his teeth and didn’t say it. “I didn’t sleep. Too many things running through my head.”

“Ah. Me too.”