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hell? Stop this. She dragged her emotions inside and concentrated on helping the detective.
    “Do you record all your interviews?”
    “If I’ve been up all night, I usually do. It’s just so I don’t forget to write something down. You want it off?”
    “No. It’s fine. It’s such a shock.” Stacey took a calming breath and then succinctly repeated her discussion with Lance in the parking lot. “Do you have any suspects?”
    “No one in particular. We can’t rule anyone out just yet, but based on the extreme violence of the murder, my gut tells me a woman didn’t kill Jonathan.” Kelly’s expression softened a little. “Every possibility has to be considered, but this is all standard procedure. It would be helpful if you could verify what time you arrived home.”
    “The only person who could do that almost ran me over in my car, but they probably wouldn’t be able to identify me sober. You said his death was violent. Can you tell me what happened?”
    “A friend found him in bed with his throat cut.”
    She gasped. “My God.”
    “What is it?” The detective leaned forward.
    “Lance was a sweet kid. Why would anyone kill him?”
    “That’s a question I intend to answer.” He turned off the recorder, smiled, and then stood. He dropped his card on the table. “Give me a call if you think of anything.”
    Stacey closed the door behind him and the officer. She touched her fingers to her neck Lance’s throat had been cut. She wrapped her arms around her waist. What a horrible way to die.
    It took three tries to punch in Cash’s number. She knew if she needed him, he’d be there. Her lips trembled so badly, the only word she could force out was his name.
    “Sug? You okay?”
    “Yes, but the cops were just here.” Her mouth moved but nothing else came out. Was she overreacting? Just because her stalker, Ray Simmons, had threatened to kill anyone she cared about didn’t mean he’d found her. Nor did it mean he’d follow through on his threat just because Lance had been friendly. “Can you come?”
    “Tell me where.”
    Tears breached the surface, but she managed to rattle off her address. Unstoppable, they slid from her eyes. That Cash would be there soon helped calm her. That he hadn’t asked why she needed him spoke volumes straight to her heart.
    Stacey fixed a pot of coffee, watching the dark liquid drip into the carafe, as if staring would hurry the process along. She poured herself a cup before it stopped dripping, carried it to the couch, and curled up to wait.
    Lance’s pretty face, his full of life personality, his gift of charm gone. She hadn’t known him very well, but nobody deserved to die like that. His family would experience the soul numbing pain of losing a loved one. Just the way she had when her mother died.
    A light tap on her front door had her on her feet.
    “Stacey,” Cash called out from the hallway.
    “Coming.” She opened the door and stepped into his arms. Safe. Protected. He leaned his head back and gazed at her, brushing her eyes, cheeks, and lips, tracing the planes and valleys with his fingers.
    “You’re okay?”
    “Better now.” She leaned into his palm when he cupped her cheek. “Thank you for coming.”
    “Anytime. Any place. What happened?”
    Stacey led him to the couch and repeated her conversation with the police. The longer she talked the darker his eyes turned.
    “I’m sorry you had to hear that way. So why were they talking to you?”
    “Lance and I talked in the parking lot after I got off. According to the detective, I may have been the last person to see Lance alive.”
    “Not the last.” Cash’s tone was soft but firm. “The killer saw him after you left the parking lot.
    “Did he give you the impression he expected trouble?”
    “No. On the contrary. He was upbeat. Full of life.”
    Cash stood and paced. He crossed her small living room in a couple of strides. At six-foot-three, his broad shoulders, muscled arms, and narrow