Okay maybe it was the middle of the night and she hated his guts, but Kate should damn well be picking up the phone. He regretted volunteering to come in tonight, or he’d be on his way over to her house right now to warn her about Walt Chapman. Todd had called his brother, waking him out of bed, after receiving the cryptic text about Walt. Had gotten the full scoop on the record Mr. Chapman had—apparently under a different name and almost fifteen years ago. Stalking. Domestic violence. Destruction of property. The list went on and contained just about everything besides murder. Which right now, Todd was really itching to look back into that file about the house fire his wife had died in. A call came in over the loudspeaker, tearing him from his frustration and unease. Once he heard the location and the nature of the call, he sprinted to gear up, adrenaline and rage running through him. There was a possible fire at Kate’s shop and he had no doubt who was behind it. The only thing he was grateful for was the bastard had struck while she was asleep and not while she’d been at work.
