She loved Imogen’s home but her week of normalcy was over and it was back to crazy town now. She wasn’t ready. Dillon walked up to the patrol officer’s car with her. He shouldn’t and she told him as much but he wouldn’t hear of her even walking that short distance alone. Oddly she knew damn well she’d have been anxious the entire way and she couldn’t help but be relieved he was near her. The officer confirmed it had been a quiet week and moments after returning to the house Katrina’s cell phone rang. It was Smith and she groaned as she contemplated not answering. “Heard you’re back in town. Everything going okay?” “Yeah. I just got back.” He already knew that of course. She wasn’t stupid. The patrol officer was a snitch and that pipeline led one place—to Smith and Terrell. It was a risk to Dillon, but whatever wasn’t these days? Dillon seemed to be refusing to worry about that risk. He left his Tahoe in the driveway rather than pulling into the garage—not that it could do much good at this point and he very obviously intended to stay the night.