Page 128 of Shadows of You

Lawson chuckled. “I’ve learned my lesson once before.”

The corner of Sheriff Jenkins’ mouth kicked up. “I’ve done the same. Won’t make the mistake twice.”

“It was just a thought,” Nash grumbled.

“Or someone’s waiting for the heat to die down before they make another move,” I said.

Sheriff Jenkins glanced at me. “I’d guess that’s more likely. I saw the photos of the body. This was either extremely personal or someone with a taste for killing.”

I nodded and turned to Lawson. “Did you get ahold of Anson?”

Lawson’s mouth thinned. “Yeah.”

“Who’s Anson?” the sheriff asked.

“An old friend of mine who used to be a profiler with the FBI.”

Nash scoffed. “Can you call him a friend when he tells you to screw off whenever you get in touch?”

Lawson pinned him with a stare. “He went through a lot during his time with the bureau. Wants away from that world. I get it. I could just really use his insight right about now.”

“I take it he wasn’t eager to help?” Sheriff Jenkins asked.

Lawson shook his head. “He hung up on me.”

Nash chuckled.

“Hell,” Lawson muttered. “He might be broodier than Roan used to be.”

I scowled at my brother. “You’re an asshole.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out. A text flashed on the screen.

Tender Heart

I got something at The Brew. I think it might be from John.

I was on my feet in a flash, moving for the door.

“What the hell, Roan?” Lawson asked, getting to his feet.

“Aspen.”

It was the only thing I said, and it was all my brothers needed. They followed me out the door and through the police station.

Blood roared in my ears as I shoved open the door and stepped out into the sunlight. The brightness didn’t do a thing to warm the frigid ice swimming through my veins.

“What happened?” Lawson clipped.

I shoved my phone at him, and he cursed as he read the text message. “She’s fine. She’s at The Brew. Safe.”

My gut churned. He didn’t know that for sure. We had no clue what was in play.

Fury pulsed through me as I picked up to a jog.

Lawson grabbed my arm. “You need to pull it together. Going in there like this will freak her out.”

I struggled to get my breathing under control, but each inhale and exhale was painful. “This asshole tried to kill her,” I gritted out.

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