Protected Witness

Ten years after I walked away from James, I became the target of a rain-slicked serial killer.

As the lead detective on the case, he saved my life, but afterward, he treated me with the cold, sterile professionalism of a stranger.

Until I ran into him in my apartment building's elevator.

He smirked, utterly convinced I had stalked him there.

"Jennifer, you don't have to do this," he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Following me all the way here? If you wanted to explain yourself, just say it."