He peeked through the blinds and watched the pair as they had some kind of exchange beside their vehicles. He wished he could hear what they were saying. Cameron still looked pissed and his gaze turned toward Geoff’s house, his jaw set. The sheriff said something else and Cameron turned and headed to the driver’s side of his truck. Damn, but he hadn’t expected the sheriff to show up so soon. Carly hadn’t been missing long enough for a missing person’s search. Cameron must have convinced the sheriff to take a look around his home. He watched as the men drove away from his house. He turned away from the window, pushed up his sleeve, and looked at the cuts. Fuck. The times he’d taken women before, they hadn’t made a scratch on him. He was always careful and smart, which was why he’d never been caught. No one was as smart as him. He’d made a mistake with Carly, though, his first mistake. She’d fought a lot harder than he’d expected.
