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Damon stared directly at Jeff. “No.”

“And are you going to tell us where Ella is so we can question her?”

He angled his head slightly, still locked on Jeff. “No.”

Agent Tillman cleared her throat. “I’d like to remind you that it’s a felony to willingly lie.”

Damon smirked. “And here I was trying to play nice and not to use ‘I plead the fifth’ for every other answer.”

Jeff unfolded from the table. “Who drove your car earlier?”

“A friend who needed to borrow it.”

“Are you going to tell us who?”

Damon set his glass in the sink. “Nope.”

Jeff chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d make this easy. I’m putting out an APB on your car. We’ll pick her up.”

“You have it wrong.” Damon came around the counter.

Jeff didn’t back down. “And what do we have wrong?”

He looked at both agents before returning his focus to Jeff. “Focusing on Ella. The longer you think Elizabeth killed Theodore, the closer the real killer comes to finding her. He’s out there, searching for her. And he will make his move, someone else will die, and that will be on your head.” And the longer he had to deflect this bullshit instead of leaving Charleston, the greater the chance Davies had of finding her.

Agent Tillman frowned, her unpainted lips turning down sharply. “Real killer? That sounds like you know who it is.”

“I do.” He addressed only Jeff. “Theodore’s killer will strike again. That’s who you need to focus on finding.”

“And you have proof of this killer?”

“Ryker does.”

That made Jeff’s eyes narrow. “And who will he kill next?”

“Elizabeth.”

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Ella’s arms shook from her tight grip on the wheel. She ignored Damon’s warning about going over the speed limit. No way she could keep it to 55 mph. The FBI had to have found her. That’s the only reason for them to show up this way.

Or else Detective Moore was going hard for that date.

She exited the expressway, and a blue vehicle exited with her. She looked a second time as it also turned right onto the highway. Was it Slater’s car? She slowed. A second later she had her answer.

No.

She could see now it was a blue van. But was it truly following her or a coincidence?

Taking a street before Ryker’s, she held her breath, hoping she was wrong.

The van turned behind her.

She floored the gas pedal.

So did the van.

“No,” she whispered.

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