“Think about it, Angus. You chased this guy for over a year. Do you really think your sister would’ve just disappeared for that entire time without any sort of end date? Was she the type of woman who’d do that?” Curiosity as well as confidence prodded Nari on, and she kept her voice gentle.

Angus cocked his head. “Well, no. She was as stubborn as you are.” He pursed his lips. “Hmmm.”

“Based on the psychologist’s recommendation, I would’ve thought she was safe, too.” Nari tried to sound logical, not as if she was offering comfort, even though that was exactly what she wanted to do.

Angus’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, I had a detail on her at all times. Lassiter got past them.”

Nari couldn’t help it any longer. She reached out and put her hand over his warm one. “You did everything you could.” Was there a way past his anger?

He flipped his hand over to capture hers, his hold firm. “There’s always more, but that’s looking back. I know you’re trying to ease me right now, but I need to keep angry to keep my edge.” He looked through the file folder again, still holding her hand.

“Okay,” she murmured.

He looked at the murder board and his shoulders settled. Had his mind been drawing conclusions from the connections he’d made on that board all night? “Because, even though nobody else believes this, I’m telling you that it’s Lassiter. I’ve created profiles in my head, whether I’ve wanted to or not, but none of that matters. I know it’s him. Staring at this murder board just confirms everything I know in my gut. I’m done trying to find another avenue just to make sure I don’t miss anything. The instincts I ignored before are wide awake.”

Nari swallowed, her mind spinning. “Are you sure?”

Angus took a moment, obviously thinking it through. His chest settled, and a strong light glowed in his green eyes. “Yes. I’m sure. He’s alive and he’s killing again.”

“Okay,” she said quietly.

He started. “What do you mean, okay?”

She blinked, even though the argument that had ended with them rolling on the floor was still at the forefront of her mind. “If you say it’s Lassiter, it’s Lassiter.”

He frowned. “Right now, I need your analytical brain.”

She shook her head. “Listen. I believe you for many reasons, and the fact that you’re able to provide multiple orgasms is not one of them.” Her hands flattened on the table. “You’re being intellectually honest and you’re working from the facts.”

He frowned. “Okay?”