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It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that I survived.

And Wells came to save me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Detective Wells Vaughn

My stomach knotted as I pulled down her street and saw her car in the driveway.

With another one beside it.

Trunk open.

A man standing there.

I flew into the driveway, not even cutting the engine, my hand going toward my gun.

Before I saw the bags in the guy’s hands.

Right.

Yeah.

Groceries.

I felt some of the tension falling away as I gave the guy a distractedHello. I made my way toward the front door, eager to just get my eyes on Mari again, knowing I had two whole days alone with her ahead of me, and really fucking excited about that.

When I reached the front door, the knob didn’t turn in my hand.

Smart girl.

Raising my hand, I knocked.

And again.

And again.

In the driveway, the delivery guy took a picture, and was making his way toward his car.

“Mari!” I called, concern rising again as I reached for my phone, dialing her number in case she was feeling too paranoid to come check the door.

But the phone sound wasn’t coming from the house.

It was coming from her car.

I rushed toward it, and that was where I found not only her phone, but her purse.

And her keys.

“Fuck!” I yelled, hanging up, and calling the station instead as I rushed back to my car, looking for my flashlight, praying for a clue.

I started to relay the information to dispatch when my flashlight moved over the driveway.

And the light caught wet drops.

Stomach twisting, I squatted down, touching one of the drops with the back of my knuckle.

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