She glanced across the room where Tiffany slept on her sofa. She is Luther Hammond’s child? You’re supposed to be taking training…not cavorting with criminals!I shushed her. “Don’t wake her up.” Then I ushered my good friend into her cluttered kitchen. She worked and studied far too hard to bother with cleaning. Helen would be the first to admit it. If I lived through this I would owe her big time. Maybe I’d give her a month’s free house cleaning. And I hated housework. “I don’t have time to convince you, Helen. I need your help. Now—” I sucked in a steadying breath “—are you going to help me or not?”Helen studied my face for precious seconds—time I didn’t have to waste—before committing. You know I’d do anything for you, Merri. But this. She shook her head. This is like the whole Sawyer-Carlyle thing. This is dangerous.With a resolute nod I confirmed her conclusion. “Very dangerous. But Detective Barlow is a dead man if I’m not at that warehouse in less than one hour.
