He was completely exhausted. Instead of going back to the office or to Maria’s, he’d helped with the canvass of the neighborhood. When he’d stopped for a few minutes to text Maria and get some coffee, Stacy had shaken her head at him. “You’re avoiding her.” “I’m not ready to talk to her yet. And no offense, but I’m not talking to you or Ethan about Maria, either.” He’d continued working until the last house had been visited. Once that was accomplished, he’d driven home, cold and damp, and so tired he hurt. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Ethan had been called to the scene of a domestic dispute that had resulted in one of the parties being shot. Though the woman had been airlifted out, she was expected to survive. That was the third such incident in the last week, and the most serious. When Ethan had checked in with him just before Wyatt left town, the detective had sounded as tired as Wyatt felt. “It’s connected to that damned forum, but it’s worse; he’s escalating.
