Trina sucked in air, unaware she’d been holding it. Victor gave her a quick look, and damn his mangy hide, she saw amusement in his expression. “And beware of Judith.” Beware of Judith? What the hell did that mean? Before Trina could protest that she’d changed her mind, Victor flung open the door to the office and gave her a healthy shove to get her moving. She nearly stumbled over her own feet as momentum moved her past the doorframe. Silence descended when they entered. Unable to prevent herself, her gaze landed on Merrick, and she winced. Oh, yeah, she was going to pay for this in more ways than one. He rose to his feet slowly. Yes, he was in pain, but she had a feeling that his brutal grip on the desk was to prevent himself from leaping across it to get to her. “What did you find?” Victor gave her a subtle nod, and she took her cue from him. “Without doing a full autopsy, I can only give you my best supposition.” Leo was still glaring, but he did resume his seat, silently granting permission for her to continue.
