For what felt like centuries, she explained to the police about her husband’s family and about Hawke. “I don’t know why you’re standing here asking me the same questions over and over again when you could be out there looking for my daughter,” she railed at the policeman with the notepad. All she wanted to do was snatch it from his hand and throw it on the floor before she kicked him in the nads. That probably wouldn’t be a good idea.“Ma’am, please calm down. You gave us the description, and we’ve called it in. We’re just trying to get all the details so we can do our job. So this man, Hawke Cooper, how long have you known him? Is there any possibility that he might have been involved with your daughter’s kidnapping?”“Are you serious?” The words elicited doubt. She hadn’t known Hawke long, and he didn’t want her to go with him. The longer she dated him, the more certain she was that she’d picked up his scent before. The night Hawke approached her was not the first time he had been nearby.
