And she’d driven to his house, which implied that she’d initiated the night out. Had she gone after Andrew the second he’d called off their plans? Shit! He had no right to be angry; he was the one who’d bailed on her. But dammit, did she have to run straight into the arms of her old boyfriend? Now Andrew had quite literally saved her life. He hadn’t missed the way she’d clung to Andrew’s hand. It had taken her a long time to let go. And what were they doing now? He envisioned them together in Charlotte’s old house, reliving the past, maybe deciding to start things up again—if they weren’t already started. He’d been feeling confident that Charlotte was over Andrew, but he wasn’t so sure now. “I’ve got nothing,” Colin told him, returning to his side. “No one got the license plate. Although Mrs. Kierney thinks it started with a J.” “That’s not enough. Are we living in a town where everyone commits the perfect crime?” Joe fumed. “Someone saw something.
