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heart. What would it be like if your lover vanished and you had nothing to do with it? How would it feel if everyone blamed you and believed you’d killed her and disposed of her body?
    It must be a special kind of hell to be regarded as a killer if you’d loved your girl and were just as horrified and mystified by her disappearance as everyone else.
    If you’d grieved over losing her and nobody had comforted you.
    Oh God, I was such a sap.
    The dude was hot and he’d saved my ass. I wanted him to be innocent, but that did not mean that he was.
    O’Malley’s computer screen had gone dark. I nudged it back to life and started doing a much more thorough search on the disappearance of Hadley Allison and the case against her boyfriend Griff O’Malley.

Chapter 6
     
    Griff

    I overslept.
    When I woke up, the clock said ten to eight. Shit. I was supposed to be at work by eight-thirty.
    I staggered into the bathroom, emptied my bladder, brushed my teeth, and was about to jump into the shower when I remembered that I'd taken a shower just a few hours ago. Good enough. I jerked on a fresh shirt and the same jeans I'd been wearing last night and went into the living room. I could smell coffee. Fresh.
    Rory was sitting at my computer, fingers flying over the keys. She stopped typing when she heard me behind her. She turned, closing whatever she was doing so the browser came up. And there, in the middle of the screen, was a big picture of Hadley and me, taken a few weeks before Hadley had disappeared. Right next to it was my mug shot.
    Shit. She had cracked my password.
    She was gazing warily at me. I did not see that half-scared, half-excited look of the killer-fucker chicks, but I wasn't sure what I was seeing. If she'd learned about the murder rap, why was she still here?
    “So,” she said coolly. “You're a killer. A good one, too, since they haven't nailed you yet. Well, hey. If you're gonna do a thing, you ought to do it well.”
    “Fuck,” I muttered, starting toward her.
    She jumped up from the chair and brandished a kitchen knife at me. She didn't hold it the way anyone experienced with knife fighting would. Not that I expected her to know how to wield a knife, but I'd learned the hard way never to underestimate my opponents.
    “That's far enough.” She held up her free hand in a stop-right-there gesture. “I haven't decided yet whether you killed her or not.”
    I was quick on my feet, and before he'd died, my brother had taught me a lot of ace moves. We used to work out together, Sean and me, and Sean had been a master of a variety of fighting styles. I had Rory disarmed, with both her arms twisted up behind her before the girl could blink.
    I kicked the knife across the room. Hard, but mostly for effect. Hell, the whole thing was for effect, since Rory wasn't even kicking or scratching. She did draw a deep breath for what I expected to be a bloodcurdling scream, so I jammed one hand across her mouth and increased the pressure on her arms with the other. “Make one sound and I'll really fuck you up.”
    She stopped her feeble squirming, and as my adrenaline ebbed, I noticed that I was holding a female with her ass pressed up against my thighs. I'd thought she was all skin and bones, but that wasn't how she felt. Her clothes last night must have been baggy. But today she was wearing tight jeans and a short-sleeve top. Her feet were bare. Her body actually had some curve to it, and she smelled real nice.
    My cock had apparently picked up on this quicker than my brain, since I was already rocking a big erection. Terrific.
    I wasn't too eager to uncover her mouth, even though she was trying to say something. I was glad nobody lived upstairs. Old house like this, the soundproofing wasn't up to modern standards.
    “No one believes me, but I'll say it anyway. I didn't kill my girlfriend. I probably won't kill you, either. Unless you keep pissing me off.”
    Her shoulders shook and I thought for a moment she was