Chapter Nine The GPS signal brought them down the Mass Pike, to the edge of a wide lake forty minutes away from the city. Peters parked behind a string of local cruisers, and Nia saw a row of officers lined up at the water’s edge.“This can’t be good.”She started at Rathe’s voice. He had dozed most of the trip, or had seemed to. The detectives had kept up a low murmur of conversation as partners normally did, but she’d been too tired to join in. She’d passed the time looking out the window so she wouldn’t stare at Rathe’s bare chest.Now, she glanced over. “Let’s see what they have before we jump to a diagnosis.” She ignored his sour look. “Do you need help getting out of the car?”“I’m fine.”Which is why he’d paled to sour milk and cursed under his breath when they’d first walked down to the car. Her healer’s instincts urged her to help him, but her self-preservation instincts said the opposite. Stay away from him, they said, he’ll only hurt you in the end.
