Brianna said yet again. This was the third voice to come on the phone. How hard was it to get through if someone had an emergency? Or was he deliberately avoiding her? Was he worried she’d call him on the slightest pretext to try to insinuate herself back into his life— “Yeah, this is Morgan.” His distinctive Western drawl was more welcome than she anticipated. “Jake, it’s Brianna. I’m sorry to bother you at work and all, even though it is police business. Well, it’s really probably more for Officer Winston, but I don’t think his area extends over here and the campus police did say they’d handle it and contact the city police, so I—” “Brianna!” “Yes?” She took a deep breath, holding on to her nerves with a will of iron. “Take a deep breath and slowly tell me why you’re calling. Slowly.” The order came through loud and clear. Brianna took another deep breath. “I did. I thought I did. Jake, my office was ransacked like my house.” “I’ll be there in ten minutes,”
