He Thought He Was Just Helping a Vulnerable Stranger! Her True Identity

buzzed in his jacket pocket. It was Sloan.

“I am on my way,” her voice was clipped, carrying the unmistakable, razor-sharp edge of absolute authority. “Do not clean up a single thing until I see it.”

She arrived exactly thirty minutes later. Declan watched her pick her way carefully across the uneven asphalt, her aluminum crutches finding purchase among continue reading …