Charlie demanded as soon as Mia climbed into his car. Part of him wanted to throttle her. They were going to meet with Tamsin’s husband, Wade, and their son, Luke, but right now his focus was only on Mia. “Someone tries to cut your throat with a razor blade in court yesterday and you don’t even think to mention it?” When another detective asked Charlie this morning if he had heard what happened to Mia, everything had stopped for him. He hadn’t been able to move or even think until he learned that (a) she was unhurt and (b) the attack had occurred the day before. “A few other things happened after that. As you might remember.” Mia managed a faint smile, but her face was so pale her skin appeared nearly translucent. “It didn’t come up.” “Were you hurt at all?” Charlie’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Just a few bruises, but I think most of them came from everybody piling on, trying to get that guy off me. Trevor Gosden knocked the razor blade out of his hand before he could do any damage.
