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“How? What happened?”

“He was headed to a detention center before his trial. Clementine was gonna send a few guys his way in a couple days, see if she could get him to talk.”

“Would he have talked?”

“Oh yeah.” Harris shook her head. “And that’s probably why he was killed.”

Cassie’s voice came out as a whisper. “How’d he die?”

“They’re not sure. Still trying to put the pieces together. But Stoll died along with the two guards transporting him. Plus a woman who might’ve just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“A woman?” Cassie’s focus snapped back to attention. “Who? Do you know her identity?”

“Elise Porter, I think.” Harris caught Cassie’s concern. “Why? What do you know?”

“Nothing. Well, not about this.”

“I told you mine,” Harris said. ?

?Your turn.”

“Jason’s been keeping an eye on the news.”

“Uh oh.”

“It’s fine. He‘s smart.”

“Let’s hope so.” Harris didn’t sound convinced.

Cassie tried not to raise her hackles in his defense. “Rose Sherman, Randall’s wife, is missing. Her house was ransacked.”

It was Harris’s turn to stop in her tracks. “Kidnapped?”

Cassie kept walking, and it only took a few strides for Harris to catch up again. “He doesn’t know. The news isn’t sharing a ton of information. But there was no blood. Maybe she escaped. But she’s eight months pregnant. It’s gonna be hard for her to stay ahead of Aguilar.”

“You got that right.” Harris sounded distant. “I don’t get it.”

“What?”

Finally reaching the car, Harris hit the button to unlock it. They climbed inside, neither talking until the engine was running and the heat was blasting out of every single vent. Harris stared down at her hands while she answered. “I thought Clementine was telling me about Stoll out of professional courtesy.”

“You don’t think she did?”

Harris looked up. “She asked me where I was, what I was up to, so I told her I was in Chicago. Then she told me about Stoll.”

“Does she think you have something to do with it?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the thought crossed her mind. He did shoot me, after all.”

“Just a graze,” Cassie retorted.

Harris smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Why didn’t she tell me about Rose Sherman?”

“There’s no world in which she didn’t already know, is there?”

“None.” Harris shook her head and put the car in gear. “Seems like she doesn’t want me to know any more than I have to.” Easing off the brakes, she checked her side mirror. “We’d solve this much faster if we all worked together.”

Cassie didn’t disagree, but kept her mouth shut as Harris entered the flow of traffic. Was Clementine just following protocol by keeping a suspended officer out of the loop about her former case? Or was she being cautious because she thought Harris was about to go off the deep end?

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