“Oh, they’re not working together. It’s a fight to the finish,” Angus muttered. Anger rode his tone, but he kept it low. “HDD knows me better, so if I had anything to give up, I would’ve probably done it with them. Then the case is Metro’s, so Tate had to be the one to finish the questioning and make the decision on arrest or not. For now. HDD is the one with warrants to search. Did they go through your place?”

“Yeah and they made a mess.” She frowned. “You’d think I’d get some professional courtesy.” She drove forward and parked near her apartment.

Angus stilled. “Does Roscoe have food?”

“Of course. I bought him food earlier while working on your situation.” She slid from the car, anxious to be inside rather than out in the open. Too many people had tried to hurt her lately.

“Good.” Angus followed her, a solid form in an uncertain world, instantly changing the feeling of her entire apartment when he walked inside. The cool, calm lines now held a certain tension.

Rosco jumped off the white sofa and came right for Angus with a welcoming bark. Angus caught him in a hug and set him down, vigorously rubbing his fur from head to tail. “I’m okay, boy. There’s nothing to worry about.” His voice gentled as he reassured his dog.

The moment slammed right into Nari’s heart. Angus could be so sweet sometimes.

Then he looked up, his green gaze clear and still sharp with anger. “We need to come up with a good plan for you.”

She paused. “Huh?”

He looked at the sofa, which held a Roscoe-size imprint. “We’ll stay here tonight, but then you need to leave. Go somewhere safe. I think I can talk Wolfe and Dana into going with you. He’s all in on this case, but she’s pregnant, and he’ll choose her safety every time.”

“I’m not leaving.” Nari tossed her keys on the entryway table, which was once more in place.

“Yes, you are.” His jaw firmed and he looked like an impenetrable stone wall in the center of a peaceful home. “You have to be safe until I catch this guy or guys, and leaving is the best option. You’re a target on two fronts, and neither of us can ignore that. Also, every second you spend with me jeopardizes your entire career, and that can’t happen.” He released his hold on the dog’s head. “I’m not asking, Nari. You are leaving.”

Her mouth gaped open. “You can’t make me,” she blurted out. Great. Five minutes with the guy and she resorted to grade-school jargon.

He didn’t retreat. “I can and I will make you.”

Her head jerked in surprise. “The hell you can. Last guy who tried to manhandle me got punched in the junk. You want to go?”