Jessica was dead? “Oh, my God . . . oh, my God . . .” Once again Liv felt her knees struggle to hold her and she placed a palm against the Jeep’s hot back fender for support, feeling her skin burn. Auggie automatically moved toward her but she jerked away. He stopped short. “I believe someone’s after you,” he said in a low, urgent tone. “I’m sorry I lied. I wasn’t sure how to get you to accept the police. But now . . . now that everything’s out in the open, I can ask the department to run down Navarone. We need to find him. He could very well be the Zuma Software killer and even if he isn’t, he’s somehow involved with you and your past, and that past intersects with the serial strangler around Rock Springs.” Liv couldn’t take it in. She was emotionally overwrought and this was . . . a case to him. She felt betrayed and angry and foolish. You fell for him, her cold-eyed inner self reminded her. You let him in. “Liv . . .” “I threatened Dr. Knudson,” she stated flatly, feeling as if it were a long, long time ago, not just hours earlier.
