Emmet’s attention perked up. “How do you mean?”
“Well, she sometimes complained about men hassling her at the bar. You know, the customers grabbing her ass and all that. It was one thing she hated about her job. The ‘creepers at work’ she called them. Sometimes they would wait around after her shift.” He frowned. “One guy even followed her home a couple nights ago. She told me she wanted me to drive to dinner, just in case he’d followed her to the meeting.”
“This was on Friday?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I forgot about this until just now. She mentioned it when we were headed to dinner, so we took my car.”
“What about hers?”
“She left it there at the church where the meeting was. Then I dropped her off the next morning to pick it up.”
Emmet’s pulse was thrumming now. “So, you’re saying on Friday night she was worried some guy might be following her?”
“Yeah.” He swallowed, looking guilty as if he was just now absorbing the potential importance of what he was saying.
“Did Aubrey know this guy’s name?” Emmet asked.
“No. Just that he drove a black SUV.”
“A black SUV?”
“Yeah, she said it was a black Tahoe.”
***
Nicole hooked her purse over her shoulder and grabbed her crutches.
“Sure you don’t mind?” she asked Adam.
“Not at all. It’s on my way.”
He looked worried as he watched her get to her feet. She crutched across the bullpen, navigating her way through the cubicles. As she neared the door, Brady stepped out of his office and frowned at her.
“You have a minute?” he asked.
“Um, sure.” She glanced back at Adam.
“I’ll wait outside,” Adam said.
“Thanks.”
She followed Brady into his office and was startled when he closed the door.
“How’s the ankle?” he asked.
“All right,” she said, deciding to stand since he was standing, too.
“I’m putting Owen in charge of the Danielle Ward case.”
She nodded. “He mentioned that. I have to say, I was a little surprised.”
“You’ve got enough to deal with with your injury.”
“Yeah, no. It’s not that I wanted to lead the case,” she said. “I just assumed Emmet would lead it. Since it’s most likely connected to the Aubrey Lambert thing.”
Brady folded his arms over his chest. “How?”
“Well... the yoga studio. Both victims were affiliated with the Banyan Tree. One was a teacher, one was a student.”