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disdain. “You have no right barging in here. I’m conducting official business which does not involve the VC Council.”
    “As stated, she is a half-breed and is under our protection, so ask your questions, but be very careful of the subject,” Sloan warned, his eyes also narrowed.
    “I am really starting to not like you Warriors very much,” he spat out in disgust.
    “The feeling is mutual.” Sloan’s lip curled. “At this very moment, three Warriors are holding back one seriously upset Warrior who wants to tear you apart. I believe you’ve already met him when his fist connected with your face. So I suggest you be more polite and respectful to Ms. Braxton with your questions.”
    “When was the last time you saw Kenny Lawrence?” Detective Ferguson touched his swollen nose before he spat his question out, his focus back on Pam.
    “The night of Sheriff Bowman’s murder,” Pam answered, feeling a little more at ease with Sloan in the room.
    “You have not had contact with him since that night?” His eyebrows rose unbelievably. “Not even to tell him about the baby?”
    “Interview is over.” Sloan walked up to Pam to pull her chair out for her.
    “If I find out you are lying and have seen Kenny Lawrence, I will lock you up to where you won’t see the light of day for a long time.” The detective pointed at her.
    Pam stopped in front of the detective. “If I see the bastard, you will be the first to know.” Pam took a step closer with a hiss. “I will have his bloody corpse brought to your doorstep.”
    Feeling a tug on her arm, she let Sloan Murphy lead her away and out of the room. Turning the corner, she came face to face with Duncan. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, her eyes automatically went to the floor, shame flaming across her face.
    “Bring her back to headquarters…soon,” Sloan said from behind her, before walking away.
    A large hand gripped her chin gently making her flinch. “Never look away from me in shame.” His deep spoken words penetrated her fear.  “And know, I would cut off my own hands before they would ever bring you pain.”
    Raising her mismatched eyes to his, she couldn’t hold back the flood of tears. She swiped them away angrily, hating them. She was sick of tears. She was just so sick of it all. “Are you just going to be something else I have to try to survive? Because in all honesty, I don’t think I can survive much more.”
    Duncan’s eyes darkened slightly at her words. “I will remove myself from you if I ever cause you pain of any kind.” He backed away slightly as if waiting for her to make the final decision - if she was going to accept him.
    For the short time she had known Duncan Roark, the one thing she truly knew about him was that he was a brutally honest and honorable man. If there was anyone she could trust, it was him. Knowing the only way to find her way back to herself, she had to take the first step in healing. Holding in the sobs of fear, anger, wanting and pain, she rushed to him. Wrapping her arms around him tightly, she let everything go.
    Duncan held her just as tight, absorbing her sobs of pain, all the while keeping his own emotions in check. Never had he wanted to kill anyone more than he wanted to kill the son of a bitch who had broken this woman. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
    *****
    He didn’t know how long he stood holding Pam in his arms. It was as if time stood still. His large hand cupped her head to his chest while his other rubbed small comforting circles on her back. He had never been a sensitive man, but with her, this felt so right. She was where she belonged, in his arms.
    Feeling the presence of someone, he glanced up to look into Sid’s eyes. “What do you want?”
    Sid actually seemed to be without words as he shuffled from one foot to the other, his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. “I just wanted to apologize.” Sid slid his gaze from Duncan to Pam. “Sometimes things