Chapters (39)
- Half Title Page
- Books by Rachel Dylan
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- CHAPTERONE
- CHAPTERTWO
- CHAPTERTHREE
- CHAPTERFOUR
- CHAPTERFIVE
- CHAPTERSIX
- CHAPTERSEVEN
- CHAPTEREIGHT
- CHAPTERNINE
- CHAPTERTEN
- CHAPTERELEVEN
- CHAPTERTWELVE
- CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
- CHAPTERFOURTEEN
- CHAPTERFIFTEEN
- CHAPTERSIXTEEN
- CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
- CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
- CHAPTERNINETEEN
- CHAPTERTWENTY
- CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
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- TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
- Epilogue
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
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Izzy looked at Piper, who nodded. She couldn’t lie about this, because if she did and they found out, it would make her look guilty. “A couple of weeks ago, the sergeant showed up while I was jogging.”
Detective Stewart frowned. “What happened?”
“I told him to leave me alone,” she whispered.
“Had you seen him recently before that?”
She nodded. “Yes, at a coffee shop in town. I thought that might have been an awful coincidence, but when he turned up on my jogging route, I realized that it had to be intentional.”
“And I assume that frightened you?”
“I didn’t want to have anything to do with that man,” Izzy shot back.
“Have you ever been to his house?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Are you certain of that?” Detective Stewart asked.
“Yes. That isn’t something I’d forget.” The thought of being at his house sent another round of chills down her back.
Piper stood. “I think we’ve done enough for today.”
“Are we done?” Izzy asked, unsure what to do.
Detective Stewart’s expression softened. “Yes. I know this is extremely hard for you.”
She was about to say something, but Piper jumped in. “We’re not trying to be obstructionist here, but my client has already been through enough.”
“Just one more quick thing. I need to ask where you were four nights ago.”
“At home,” Izzy answered softly.
“Alone?” Detective Bryant asked.
“Yes.”
“And did you stay at home all night?”
“Yes. I left the next morning for a jog around five thirty.”
“All right,” Detective Stewart said. “Agent Cole, we’re not the bad guys here. As much disdain as you may hold toward Sergeant Tybee, his murderer still deserves to be brought to justice.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Izzy blurted.
Detective Stewart quirked a brow but didn’t say anything.
Piper took Izzy by the arm and led her out of the room.
“Sorry.” Izzy turned to Piper once they were down the hallway. “I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer.”
Piper patted her on the shoulder. “You did as well as could be expected under the circumstances.”
“What do you think?”
“Let’s get outside.”
A minute later, they were walking to the car. “So?” Izzy wanted Piper’s perspective.
“They clearly don’t have any actual evidence against you at this point, but the fact that the sergeant was so obsessed with you isn’t great.”
“Tell me about it.” Izzy considered what had just happened back in the conference room. “Do you think they have anything on Jay?”
“You sound concerned. If you’re convinced he didn’t do it, then everything should be okay.”