Page 48 of Montana Manhunt

Noah frowned. “You didn’t persuade her to share what was troubling her?”

“In our work, some things can’t be shared. I thought the problem was connected to her job.”

“But you don’t know for sure.”

Another head shake. “I’m sorry. I can’t be more helpful on that point.”

“When did you last see Camilla?”

His gaze sharpened. “Why?”

“Just answer the question, Bradley.”

“I’ve already answered that question for the police.”

“Indulge us. You said you wanted to help.”

“How is it helpful to go back over the same ground again and again?”

“You do the same thing in your job, Counselor. Besides, at the moment, we don’t have access to the Morrison police’s witness statements, and they’re a little busy right now.”

Bradley stiffened. “What’s happened?”

“A sniper took several shots at us this morning outside the hospital, and two hours later, we found a bomb in our SUV.”

“I don’t believe this,” the lawyer muttered. “Has the entire world gone crazy in the last few days? Why would someone want to kill you and Violet? She hasn’t been to Morrison in years.”

“Someone doesn’t want me to dig into my sister’s murder.” Her hands fisted. “He or she wants me to shut up and go home, to leave everything alone so he can go on with his life while my sister is lying on a metal slab in the morgue. That will not happen. I don’t care who is behind this. I will identify them and make them pay.”

“That’s a job for the police.”

She smiled. “Lucky for me, I’m dating a former cop.”

Bradley’s gaze shifted again to Noah. “You used to be on the job?”

“Ardmore PD for ten years. Before that, I was an Army Ranger. I know how to get the job done.” He tilted his head. “So, why don’t you tell us when you last saw Camilla?”

“Three hours before she died.”

Violet straightened away from Noah. “Where?”

“Her apartment.” He rose and paced across the open space between the love seat and the chairs. “We were supposed to go out to dinner that night.”

“But you didn’t?”

He shook his head.

“What happened? Why didn’t you go out?”

Bradley spun to face them. “We had a fight, all right? I acted like a spoiled brat and left her there alone, and I’ll never forgive myself.”

Noah stood, positioning himself slightly in front of Violet.

Although it wasn’t necessary, she appreciated his effort to shield her from potential violence. Since she’d have an easier time defending herself and giving Noah backup on her feet, Violet stood.

“What did you fight about?” Noah asked softly.

“Does it matter? I was stupid, all right? Isn’t that enough?”

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