Do you think if the kidnapper had contacted me, I would keep it from the police?” Sunny’s voice sounded small.Griff’s anger ratcheted up. “I think you’d be more believable if you gave me a straight answer, instead of throwing questions back at me.”She took a long, shaky breath. “If I knew anything that would help you find Emily I’d tell you.”“You’re prevaricating. Worse, you’re making the assumption that you know better than I do what will help your daughter. I’d like to…” He paused. He’d like to what? Grab her and shake the truth out of her? Or wrap his arms around her and promise her everything would be all right?Whoa. Where had that thought come from?He knew too well what an empty promise that would be. She needed to hear the unvarnished truth. Maybe that would scare her into trusting him.Her dark green gaze met his, wrenching his heart into a painful knot. He peeled the coffee-stained tissues from her hands and tossed them aside.“Talk to me, Ms. Loveless.”
