Danny shook his head. “Mandy doesn’t know I’m here.” Doubt flickered in Danny’s gut. He probably shouldn’t have told the doctor that no one knew he’d come here.

The doctor gave him a thoughtful stare. “I should call Doug and have you arrested.”

Danny stared back. “You could do that.”

Dr. Chandler’s mouth tightened. “I’m giving you a second chance, based on your altruistic motives.” The doctor stood. His fingers moved in a give-it-here gesture. “But I’ll take my file back.”

Danny handed it over.

“Honestly, there’s nothing in there of any use.” The doctor shook the file at Danny. “Now get the hell out of here.”

The hair on the back of Danny’s neck was going haywire. Had that been a threat? Was the doctor hiding something, or was he merely adhering to his medical oath?

Danny did not wait for the doc to change his mind. But that didn’t mean the doctor was off his suspect list. Nathan’s file had been awfully thick, and the volumes of specialized medical books told Danny that Dr. Chandler knew a lot more about Campbell’s Insomnia that he was willing to share. Plus, there was the late-night business between the doctor and the real estate agent to consider.

For a small town, Huntsville held a lot of secrets.

The sound of female chatter carried over the running faucet. With one eye on the clock, Mandy rinsed a baking pan. She shut off the water with her elbow, then dried the pan and stowed it in the cabinet. On the opposite side of the kitchen island, Danny glared at her. At least he’d waited until she finished with breakfast.

There was only so long she could avoid him. This morning he hadn’t come down to offer any help with breakfast. Unfortunately, she’d missed his company more than she wanted to admit. After the kiss, she’d hidden—yes, hidden—in the apartment, only venturing into the kitchen to do the breakfast prep after she’d seen his car pull out of the lot in the evening.

But now that he was here, full of questions, she didn’t want to talk to him.

“Were you serious yesterday? Do you really want me to leave?”

No. Mandy pictured her brother with his throat slit like bleeding game, like the boy Nathan’s uncle had killed last fall. The boy who’d been decapitated. “Yes.”