He hadn’t slept much on that lumpy sofa. But he’d had a much better reason for being awake a good portion of the night. He stepped quietly into Jilly’s room, stroked her hair and thought about waking her to make love again. He’d have to wait until this damn case was behind them. For now though, the clock was ticking. He had less than a day and a half to find Hannah and he refused to take any more of that time for himself. Even in the dim light spilling in from the living room, the bruises on her neck were visible. His gut clenched. He never should have let her out of his sight. He just hoped the sheriff would approve the expenditure of keeping an officer on her.After he washed up and finished dressing, he went to the front window and glimpsed the marked unit parked a few yards away. At least there was someone watching over her.When his phone buzzed, he checked the display and saw the sheriff’s name. He strode to the kitchen to answer and not wake Jilly. “Hey Van, what’s going on?”“I’m glad you’re up.
