You should probably go now." He lifted his head and saw Brie standing in the open patio doors, wearing the same clothes she had worn home from the hospital. "Brie," he said, rising. "I've talked to the detectives several times. Jerome Powell, the rapist, was tracked as far as New Mexico, then the trail was lost," she said, very businesslike. "I can tell you from experience, the odds are at least ninety-five percent he's gone-pulled a territorial. I'm going to start counseling and group therapy right away-and I've decided not to go back to work for a while. Jack and Mel insist on staying the rest of the week, but you should go. Visit your family." "Would you like to come and sit with me?" he asked. She shook her head. "I'll talk to the D.A. every day, see if he turns up anything new. Of course I'm staying here. If I need any assistance in the police department, I have an ex-husband who's feeling very guilty. And very helpful." She took a breath. "I wanted to say goodbye. And to thank you for trying to help." "Brie," he said, taking a step toward her, his arms open. She held up a hand, and the look that came into her eyes stopped him where he was. She shook her head, kept her hand raised against him. "You understand," she said, warning him not to get too close, not to touch her. "Of course," he said. "Drive carefully," she said, disappearing into the house.
( Robyn Carr )
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