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.Jake gave her hand a squeeze, ignoring the scolding glare she tossed him—not that her traitorous body was in any rush to escape the warm comfort of his touch.“Hopefully the cops have some new information.And while we’re there, we can find out when they might allow you back into Will’s place.There might be something there the cops missed—something they wouldn’t know about or something that might look odd to you that they didn’t pick up on.”It was a good idea.She knew that.But the thought of seeing all that blood again had her chest tightening.“I know you’re right, but having to go back there…I just don’t know if I can bear it, Jake.I’ll go speak with the cops, but I can’t go to Will’s house.”“Then we’ll start with the cops and hopefully they’ll have answers for us.”***They didn’t.“I’m sorry, Ms.Tennant.The blood is his.We know that much.But there’s no evidence of anyone else’s blood, and nothing pointing to a forced entry.” Detective Lambert gave her a look of pity, like she was worrying over a man who wanted to disappear, who’d staged an escape from a life he no longer wanted—a man who’d likely been lying straight to her face.“We don’t know that he didn’t do this to himself.Maybe he got drunk and hurt himself.He could be sleeping it off somewhere, and when he finally comes to, he’ll do so with a killer headache.”“What about all the blood?” Hannah couldn’t believe it.She refused to think this was all Will’s doing.It was completely unlike him.“He wouldn’t do this to me.He wouldn’t leave me worrying, especially not after what happened to my brother.”Lambert sat forward, his brows drawn together.“And what exactly did happen to your brother?”She felt the blood drain from her face as she swallowed hard against the lump in her throat.Jake gave her hand a squeeze and she was eternally grateful that he was there by her side.“He was murdered.”Lambert’s gaze flicked to her hand, still linked with Jake’s, and she knew what he must be thinking, given that she was technically still married.“And the perpetrators? Could your brother’s murder and your husband’s attack be related?”“The cops never found out who did it.As for the attacks being related, I doubt it.My brother’s murder was four years ago, and Ryan had been a journalist, whereas Will’s a programmer.Other than me, they had no one else in common.” It was too far a leap, especially when so much time had passed.“We’ll continue looking for your husband, and we’ll be in touch if we find anything.” His gaze then shifted to Jake, taking him in with a suspicious glint as his eyes wandered from Jake to her and then back again.“I’m sorry—Jake Foley, was it? And your relationship to Mr.and Mrs.Tennant?”“I’m a family friend—to them both.” Jake shifted closer to her, as if wanting to protect her from Lambert and his scrutiny.“And I’ll second what Hannah said about Will.He wouldn’t just disappear like that, and he sure as hell wouldn’t leave Hannah to worry.”“As I said, we’ll keep looking, and if anything new turns up we’ll let you know.” Lambert shifted some papers around on his desk, essentially dismissing them.“His home—when will you be done with your investigation?” She knew Jake was right, and as much as she hated the thought of having to face that blood, she couldn’t chance missing a clue that might help find Will.“We’ll be wrapping up with his home this afternoon.In the meantime, if you hear from your husband, I’d appreciate it if you could give us a call or have him contact us.”With a hand on the small of her back, Jake walked her towards the doors as she tried to rein in her emotions.By the time they stepped out into the cold March air, her eyes were stinging and she felt as if she might be ill, any hope of finding Will alive stolen away on a bitter winter wind.“I can’t believe they’re not going to do anything to try to find him.How can they not take it seriously when there was all that blood, and it was clear there’d been a struggle?” It was like a knife to her heart, her tears barely contained as she fought to keep them back.Despite all their problems, Will had been her husband for five years, and her best friend for another three while they dated—and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d just lost him.The tears slipped down her cheeks, her heart aching, for she knew the reality of the matter if Will was severely injured.“They’re never going to find him in time.”Jake pulled her into his arms—and she let him, damn it.She didn’t have the energy or the will to push him away, and at that moment, he was the only thing keeping her sane.As she took one deep breath after another, his familiar scent calmed her, even though she knew there was no way she should be taking comfort in his arms, especially when she now knew his feelings for her extended beyond that of simple friendship
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