If You Know Her: A Novel of Romantic Suspense

shifted his gaze back to Remy’s. “I really didn’t want to be right, you know.”
    Memories, fragments from their childhood flashed through his mind. Camping in the woods. Hunting. Fishing. Chasing after girls. Racing down the highway after Carter had gotten his first car … Remy had stood up with him at his wedding. Carter had been there when Remy’s dad had died.
    Brushing all of that aside, he swallowed and met Ezra’s gaze. “I know.”
    “Sirens,” Lena murmured, lowering her PDA.
    Law climbed to his feet and moved to look out the window, even though he couldn’t see more than a slice of the road. He caught a glimpse of red and blue lights, but that was it. “Heading east,” he said softly.
    “Wonder if it means anything,” Hope said.
    “It means they are heading east,” Lena said flatly. “Toward the Inn, most likely.”
    Law turned and watched as she reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Gripping it like it was a lifeline.
    “I wish Ezra would call already,” she muttered.
    “It’s only been about twenty minutes or so since the last time he called,” he said softly. He moved to sit on the ottoman in front of her. Taking her free hand, he squeezed it. “I know you’re worried about him, but he can handle himself, sweetie.”
    She scowled. “This being married to a cop thing is going to have some rough spots.”
    “Just remember he’s worth it,” Nia said from across the room. “And that man of yours can handle himself.”
    Lena smiled faintly. “Yeah. I just don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”
    “None of us do. But we can’t go bugging him, either, if we want him to concentrate. He’s safer if he’s got his mind on the job anyway, right?” Nia pointed out.
    “Yeah.” Lena sighed.
    Law smiled at Nia. She jerked a shoulder in a shrug and crossed her arms.
    Carter was a patient man under most circumstances, but today wasn’t most circumstances. He kept his radio tuned into the frequency the local cops used as he turned the little BMW down Reilly’s driveway. People recognized his van too easily. They didn’t drive the BMW as much—hopefully, it was less likely to be recognized.
    His head pounded as he slammed on the brakes in front of Reilly’s place. Nia’s bike was there, parked in front. Good. Take care of them both. The bitch, Reilly. Then he’d deal with Lena before heading back to his workshop, where he’d finish things.
    He only had a couple of hours before the drugs wore off on Roz. Well, assuming she hadn’t suffocated. He wanted to be back before she woke up. He’d give her more drugs before he took care of her, make sure she didn’t know what was coming.
    He loved his wife. Hurting her was something he’d never do.
    Time was short. Because he didn’t have time, he didn’t bother knocking. He knew there was an alarm system and he’d planned on only being there a few minutes anyway. It didn’t take long to aim and pull a trigger, after all.
    But the three minutes he was in the house were wasted, because the house was empty.
    Damn it.
    Rage was singing in his blood by the time he was back in the car. He didn’t have time for this shit. He’d be damned before he got his ass arrested. No fucking way.
    Now he had a choice to make. He deliberated as he headed to Lena’s. Did he waste any more time trying to find Nia? She was the reason for all of this.
    “Well, actually, that’s Lena,” he muttered, his voice harsh, rough. All those months ago. When she’d heard the screams when his little bitch got away.
    Just thinking about
that
had those memories flashing through his mind—her screams. Him tracking her. Catching her—
    The way she’d sobbed as he hauled her back, her pitiful pleas …
    Blood roared in his ears, so loud, so hard.
    He didn’t even hear the sirens wailing until the first deputy car came flying around him.
    Spine stiffening, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw another.
    Sirens wailing, the car flew around him, the same as the last one. Heading east down the highway … toward the Inn.
    And his workshop.
    Breathing raggedly, he gripped the steering wheel. Lena’s house was coming up.
    He made a split-second decision.
    He had to know—because if they were at the workshop, he couldn’t risk going back there.
    Ezra still had a million and one things to do, and this was already a nightmare in the making as far as crime scenes went, but the lost look on Remy’s face, when theman was normally so