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of any reason why this Shaun person would need to borrow money?”
    “Unfortunately, yes. His little boy nearly drowned a year or so ago and he’s got huge medical bills. He doesn’t talk about it much, but Shaun told me once he felt like a failure to his wife and his other child because they were probably going to lose the house in foreclosure since he couldn’t afford to pay all the medical bills that were piling up.”
    Corrie turned to her lawyer. “That’s what I wanted to tell you today. If they’re looking for Shaun, the police need to find him before the bad guys do.” Corrie supposed she should be pissed at Shaun, or at least upset at the entire situation, but at the moment she was more worried about what he’d gotten himself into. She didn’t want Shaun killed on top of everyone else she’d lost.
    “You need to go to the station and tell the detective this on the record, Corrie,” Quint said seriously.
    “Will they protect Shaun and the rest of his family? Oh my God!” Corrie suddenly thought of something she hadn’t thought of before. She turned her hand over in Quint’s, and looked his way earnestly. “What if they go after his wife? Or his kids?”
    Quint tightened his hold on Corrie’s hands. “I don’t think they will. Now, I don’t know who’s behind this, but typically loan sharks don’t go after family. They make their point with whoever owes them the money. But again, that’s just typically…nothing about this case feels normal to me.”
    “You have to figure out what you’re going to do, Corrie,” Mr. Herrington told her seriously. “I’m with the lieutenant, this feels off and especially after that phone call, it’s obvious that you aren’t safe.”
    “But you just said I couldn’t testify because I’m blind; that I couldn’t identify the killer.”
    “I did say that, but I also suggested that they didn’t know that. These aren’t honor students, Corrie. If they think there’s even a smidgen of a possibility you can help the police figure out who they are, and get them arrested, you’re in danger.”
    Corrie felt her heart rate increase, but she tried to hide her trepidation. She had no idea what she was going to do, but first things first. She had to go to the police station and tell the detectives as much about Shaun as she could. Then she’d worry about what she was going to do next. She’d always been practical; her blindness forced her to be. She’d work through things one at a time. Baby steps. It was all she could do.
    “Okay, if you’ll call me a cab, I’ll talk to them, then I’ll figure out where I’ll stay and I’ll let you know.”
    Mr. Herrington put his hand on Corrie’s forearm. His hand was hot and sweaty, and it felt stifling. Corrie knew the older man wanted what was best for her, but she felt suffocated, trapped inside the booth all of a sudden. She didn’t know what to do and his pushing was just making it worse.
    “You keep your head down and stay safe. Keep in touch with me and let me know where you’ll be so I can keep you up-to-date on what’s going on.”
    Corrie nodded quickly. “I will.” She sighed in relief when he removed his arm. Surprisingly, she heard Quint shift across from her and felt him move so that his other hand came to hers. He covered her hand with both of his and squeezed, as if he knew she’d disliked the feel of her lawyer’s hand on her arm. The friction and warmth of his soothing touch wiped away the clammy feel of Mr. Herrington’s fingers.
    “I’ll take her. I have to get back anyway. My lunch hour is over.”
    “Great. I’d appreciate that. I have another appointment in thirty minutes. I’ll be in touch.” He leaned over and patted Corrie’s shoulder. Corrie could hear the plastic squeak as he eased out of the booth next to her and she heard his fading footsteps over the din of the restaurant.
    “You okay?” Quint asked softly, not letting go of her hand.
    Corrie pulled back, knowing she