Blankets were for people in shock, for victims, not cops. She should be over with Daire talking to the state trooper, going over with him again the details of their little adventure. Except she’d already given as much of an account of what had happened that she could, and honestly, shivers ran through her body every once in a while. She needed the extra warmth, more than she got by gazing at Daire and remembering how he’d held her close once the car had stopped. God, she hated being fragile, but nearly being killed had scared the crap out of her. All she could think as Daire hugged her and she hugged him back was thank God he’d been with her. If she’d gone to interview Lahey alone… It didn’t bare thinking about. Two SUVs whizzed by the area secured by the troopers before pulling over to the shoulder, the very sight of them sending a frisson of alarm through her body before she recognized whom they carried. The cavalry had arrived in the form of Callaghans and Malloys. They were a formidable looking group.
