Page 136 of Come Back to Me

“I would have assumed you’d googled my family by now.”

Enfield concedes that with a nod. “Surely Fairweather has approached you regarding this case?”

“Yes. I haven’t taken his calls. If he wants to talk to me, he can come to the station.”

“That would involve him leaving the Caribbean.”

“Precisely.” I investigated his residence too. Fairweather lives in a tax haven. “I fought in a war with Amy’s brother. He was proud of her?—”

“Was?”

“He died.” Grateful when she tops up my cup, I take a sip of coffee. “I want to look out for her.”

“A dying wish?”

“No.” There was nothing like that. We buried air, after all. There was nothing left to go in the ground aside from a coffin.

The principal clears her throat. “If there’s anything I can do, marshal, please, let me know. But I really don’t have an update. I could have saved you the wasted trip if you’d called first.”

“As with Fairweather Sr., I prefer to do things face-to-face.” Hearing the dismissal, I drain the cup and stand. “Thank you for your time, Dr. Enfield.”

“You’re welcome.” She holds out her hand for me to shake then hesitates. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in going for a drink with me sometime?”

My brows lift. “For a date?”

Her cheeks flush. “Yes.”

I squeeze her fingers. “I’m taken.”

Not officially.

But I am.

Not only would Tee piss on me like a dog if she found out I was going on a date, the principal’s beauty has registered with me since I first met her, but she’s not who I want.

I want the pain in my ass and the pain in my heart.

“Oh, my apologies. I didn’t mean to?—”

“Not necessary, Dr. Enfield. Thank you for asking.” I smile at her, aiming for polite but not standoffish. “I’ll let you know if I find Amy.”

“I appreciate that, marshal.”

Her smile’s turned awkward as she guides me out of the office. Once I’m in the outer hall, I try not to feel like the man inThe Screamthat’s still decorating the wall.

These past couple days have been a waste of time. Amy’s missing. Elena’s been too groggy to talk to. I’ve stopped haunting the detachment, but Tee’s music has changed. Enough that Ifeelhow much I hurt her because I know I’m the reason for it.Moonlight Sonata’sstopped, but we haven’t shifted onto more cheerful subgenres either.

Checking the screen when my cell buzzes, I begin the walk out of the admin block. “What do you want?”

“Charming,” Colt grouses. “What’s wrong with you? It’s not likeyouhave to go on daytime television today.”

I shake my head. “Who wants to watch you on TV?”

“I think Callan’s getting me back for every chore I ever made him do.”

“The kid should have been an agent,” I agree. “He has more contacts than you do.”

“I don’t even want to know how he set this one up. Apparently, that feature we did forLa Femmecaused some interest, and now Zee and I are showing Canada how to run a working ranch.”

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