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probably saved my life.” She poured the chai into Julie’s mug. “I’m the one who needs to apologize. I’m sorry I’ve been so horrible.” He deserved it to his face, so she met his gaze. “I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch. You don’t deserve to be treated that way by anybody.”
    “You haven’t been a bitch. Just a puzzle.” He studied her now. Troy had done a great job of teaching him how to read people. Abbey kept her posture straight the way she always did and didn’t blink. “Why are you scared, Abbey?”
    Damn it, why’d he have to be so astute? So sweet? Why did he sound so concerned and gentle? That time she blinked. God, did he think all he had to do was ask…that he had a right to know just because he softened his tone?
    Footsteps in the hallway preceded Troy and Julie’s voices, and Abbey turned back to the counter to finish making the chai. “I made your coffee and chai,” she said as they entered.
    Julie stepped up behind her and set her hands on her shoulders. “You didn’t have to do this. I was hoping you’d sleep in until we had to go. I wanted to bring you some coffee.”
    “You know me. I’m always up early. If I don’t work out first thing in the morning, I won’t get it done.” Abbey turned and gave her a quick hug. She didn’t like people behind her. “You guys really don’t have to go with me,” she said again. She hated upending everyone’s busy lives.
    Julie glared at her. “I’m not letting you go back to the police station by yourself and I won’t say it again. Deal with it.”
    A grin lit Abbey up from the inside. She really did love her boss. “Yes, ma’—”
    “Don’t you dare ma’am me,” Julie said. “I’m not even thirty.”
    “Yes, sir,” Abbey said obediently.
    Troy chuckled. “Looks like Abbey is learning from the master.” Then he bumped his wife’s shoulder with his own.
    “Comedy is all in the timing,” Julie said and the bell for the microwave dinged. “See. Just like that. Timing.” She lifted an eyebrow and snagged her chai.
    Abbey glanced at Blake, but her smile faded when she saw the serious look in his eyes. He wasn’t done with their conversation. He was like Troy when it came to wanting answers.
    Just like yesterday, Julie, Troy and Blake took her back to the police station. She barely noticed the hot summer sun and didn’t like the way they constantly looked around as if she might be a target. Wouldn’t the shooters be long gone by now? Troy and Blake were paranoid because they were PIs. Looking around was second nature to them. Maybe if she said it in three languages she’d believe it. Too bad she didn’t know that many languages.
    A buff police officer showed them to a private room with gray walls, nothing but a barebones desk, a couple of chairs and a computer. “Officer Rivera will be right with you.” The small room lacked windows and already Abbey’s claustrophobia made her skin prickle. Didn’t matter that the people supporting her were in sight.
    An officer walked in and put his hand out. “Hi, I’m Officer Rivera. Miss Washington?” Older than she expected, the man had to be in his late fifties. His short gray hair, brown eyes and weathered face struck her as retired cop, not active duty.
    “Yes. Hi. Nice to meet you.” She shook his hand, caught the once over he gave her and stood a little taller. She introduced Julie, Troy and Blake.
    “I usually like to do this without anyone else but the witness,” he said, with a sympathetic look. “There can be too much distraction with too many people in the room.”
    Troy read his message loud and clear. “Julie and I will wait out front. Blake, maybe you should stay. You were there longer than we were. You might have seen something and you don’t even realize it. Maybe something Abbey says might spark a memory.” He glanced at the officer. “You okay if he stays?”
    “Yeah. If he was there, he might be able to add something. It’s fine.”
    Troy