Page 103 of Over the Edge

Should she pilfer one for Jack too?

No.

The cheesecake in her freezer ought to be sufficient to entice him to visit again—if seeing her wasn’t adequate incentive.

But based on their parting last Wednesday, there was plenty of motivation with or without a culinary treat.

Until the Robertson murder was solved, though, he’d no doubt confine any romantic inclinations to a simple touch. He was too much of a pro to mix business and pleasure.

The question was, when would the case wind down?

She picked up a piece of broken brownie and popped it in her mouth, but the rich, chocolaty taste didn’t sweeten her outlook.

Yes, a few details buried under the trauma in her memory were emerging, but eventually that well would dry up. If the case remained active and unsolved, how long would it take Jack to decide it was acceptable to put it on the back burner and move romance to the front?

Longer than she’d like, probably.

So all she could do was hope more clues surfaced, and that this case would be closed soon without anyone else getting hurt.

We have a problem.

What’s wrong now?

Lindsey’s remembering more—including the last two letters of the tattoo.

The tattoo is being taken care of.

Not fast enough.

You need to calm down. She hasn’t remembered anything that can hurt us.

What if she does?

She won’t. And her credibility is already in question. It can become more questionable if necessary.

I think it’s necessary now.

Let’s be patient.

I’m tired of being patient. Why don’t we just get rid of her?

I don’t want any more killing.

That’s not my first choice, either, but if it has to be done, it has to be done.

We’re not there yet.

If we wait too long, we may be sorry.

Trust me on this, okay? I’ve got it under control.

You said that about the setup at the house, and look where we are now.

That was a fluke. No one knew Lindsey would show up.

Whatever the reason, we have a mess.

We’re fine. I promise.

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