She crossed her arms over her chest. A few weeks in Virginia with Eban, Haley and Quentin wouldn’t be so bad except the idea of running grated against her nerves. She was sick of being victimized. “How long would I have to stay there?”

Eban’s gaze slid off hers. “Until we catch this UNSUB.”

“How long has the FBI been tracking him?”

He inhaled then let out a big breath. “Years.”

He looked at her with such naked fear and concern in his gaze that she realized he was genuinely scared. For her.

Dammit. She closed her eyes for one long second and drew in a fortifying breath, then opened them again. “I’m the best hope the FBI has of catching this monster, aren’t I?”

He nodded.

She rubbed her temple where a headache built. She didn’t know what to think. Didn’t know what to do. She didn’t trust the cops, but she did trust Eban. “Let’s get through the next couple of hours and then talk about our options. Okay?”

He nodded. “Whatever you want, as long as I know you’re safe.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

“Yo, Mom. Your boss is on the phone.”

Signy struggled to open her eyes. She’d been asleep for about thirty minutes and had turned off her cell so she wouldn’t be disturbed. If Chief Jacobs was calling her landline, something was definitely up.

She grabbed the handset off Aiden and ruffled his hair in thanks. He ducked away and ran back downstairs.

“Boss?” Her voice was gruff.

“There’s been a development.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t talk over the phone.”

She stifled a grunt. “I’ll be right in.”

“No.” Her boss sounded agitated. “Go to the Diamond Head Lodge. Ask for Elliot Byrne.”

The lawyer? “I thought he’d left town?”

“Apparently not.”

Signy’s mouth went dry. Elliot Byrne had made her look like a damn fool in front of a judge once and although she hadn’t been the one who’d screwed up, she’d been the one on the stand at the time. It shouldn’t still piss her off, but it did. “Want me to question him?”

“No.” The answer was short and sharp.

Signy wanted to make a joke about not having time for a date then something struck her. “Has there been another murder?”

Was Byrne dead?

“No.” He swore. “At least I hope not.”

She checked her watch. “It’s Adele Surrey’s vigil in an hour—”

“I have other officers attending—”

“It’s my case—”

“Signy, just do what I ask you to do one damn time without arguing, will you?”

Signy jolted. Her boss wasn’t usually a dick. He didn’t yell at her. Something must be up. “I’ll head there right now.”

Jacobs hung up and she dragged herself out of her bed, applied a lick of deodorant and brushed her teeth in an effort to appear human. She quickly changed shirts and told herself it wasn’t because the one she put on matched her eyes or was more fitted, showing off her waist and boobs.