“Who thinks you betrayed them, Abigail? This isn’t a joke—you might be in danger.”

Abigail stared at her, brilliance shining in her eyes. “You have ignored all of my calls and texts since my brother’s funeral, which you were kind enough to attend before the holidays. I’m rather astounded you’re taking this seriously. That you don’t think I threw flowers and petals all over my lawn to gain attention from you. Why is that, Laurel?”

“I can’t discuss that with you. Now, either you cooperate with me, or I will send somebody else to take your statement.” Laurel pushed her damp hair off her shoulder.

Abigail’s chin lowered a fraction. “Fine. I haven’t betrayed anybody. In addition, I checked the cameras and have downloaded the applicable video for you. He walked down my driveway, which explains how he gained entrance beyond the gate to the subdivision. He couldn’t have driven. It was a dark night with plenty of snowfall, and it’s impossible to see his features, probably because he’s wearing a damn mask. The figure looks like a man, though.” She reached into her pants pocket and drew out a USB. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Laurel accepted the drive. “Have there been any other signs that somebody wants to frighten you? Any letters, calls, strange occurrences?”

“No. Nothing, and you know I’d remember if there were,” Abigail said. “Why are you taking this so seriously?”

Laurel twisted the thumb drive in her hand. She didn’t even have a description of the dead woman in the woods because her face had been destroyed. There was also no way Abigail could’ve known about the victim, because the body had just been discovered this morning. Plus, the flowers on her lawn had been left before the victim had been killed. “You may be in danger. I can’t tell you anything more than that right now, but you need to be careful, and you need to start compiling a list of anybody who’d want to hurt you. Anybody who might feel betrayed by you, or anybody who has been too present in your life, too interested in you.”

Abigail blinked. “I work at a university in a field mostly inhabited by men. I’m intelligent and beautiful while seemingly aloof, when actually I’m just bored by most people. They don’t know that. The list would be too long to be useful.”

There was a lot of truth in that statement. “I can put you in an FBI safe house if you want,” Laurel said, needing to distance herself from this woman. “If not, I can ask the local police force to keep an eye on your house, but I doubt they have the manpower to put protection on you full time.”

“What has happened?” Abigail asked.

“I can’t discuss it yet,” Laurel said. “What’s it to be?”