Love Inspired Suspense June 2015 #1 by Margaret Daley, Katy Lee Page A

thinking about talking to some of those people as well as the others and—”
    â€œHold it right there.” He put up his finger close to her mouth but not touching it. “You are
not
to investigate anything involved in Michael’s case, especially now. Have you forgotten someone broke into your house?”
    She squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t know if your team has really investigated Michael and the possible motives for his murder. If Erin isn’t the killer, I think you all believe someone was after the congressman and Michael got in the way.”
    Nicholas met her intense gaze with his own. “It’s more likely that the congressman has made enemies more than his son. Remember he was a victim, too.”
    â€œFrom what I know of the crime, the congressman came outside after his son was killed and he was shot then. That sounds like someone was after Michael, not Congressman Jeffries.”
    â€œTrue. We have to look at all the possibilities.” Nicholas glanced away for a few seconds. “What did Greg tell you exactly?”
    She frowned. “A lot of what I told you. He gave me some names, but I can’t remember all of them. As I said earlier, I’d written them down along with other notes then transferred them to my tablet. That’s one of the reasons I need to go back. That, and Greg was going to try to remember any encounters with the delivery boy who was the real thief at the apartment complex.”
    â€œIs Littleton the one who told you about the pawnshop where the perpetrator was fencing the stolen goods?”
    â€œNo, I told him. He didn’t know anything about it. Michael’s secretary told me. It was something Michael discovered a few days before his death. Ask the officer who looked into the case if he even knew about the pawnshop. He might not have had all the information on the case at the time of Michael’s murder.”
    Nicholas stepped closer to her, invading her personal space. “I will. Does that satisfy you?”
    She wouldn’t move back as was her normal tendency when someone came too near. Holding her ground, she lifted her mug and took a long drink of her now-lukewarm coffee. “Until all my questions are answered, no. I’m concerned for Erin, so I will do what I must to prove her innocence.”
    He thrust his face closer. “Do you want to end up dead like Michael?”
    Selena sucked in a ragged breath and backed away. “I told Greg I would come see him again and I intend to. I also asked him to go over the time from right before the fight to when the police showed up. Including if he could remember seeing anyone who wasn’t a tenant at the apartment complex.”
    â€œI’m sure the cops already did that.”
    â€œBut now he has all the time in the world to go over it. When a person is afraid, he can suppress some thoughts.”
    Nicholas placed his mug on the counter, putting more space between them while he kneaded his nape. “What if I help you? Will you not do anything without me?”
    â€œAre you going to be open-minded or are you going to try at every turn to persuade me to drop my investigation?”
    He paused for a long moment, his dark eyes fixed on her. “I’ll be there to protect you and bounce ideas off of. Is that okay?”
    â€œYeah. Because I’m going to the prison on Thursday and you’re welcome to come with me.” She wouldn’t admit to him that she was concerned after someone had been in her office and her house, picking through her possessions. She kept her journal on her tablet, writing her personal thoughts as well as the developments and questions about Michael’s murder and possible suspects. She felt violated all over again, thinking about a person reading through her private thoughts. She shuddered.
    â€œAre you okay? Maybe you should rest. You do have a mild concussion.”
    She smiled,