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the man began to struggle anew, kicking his legs with renewed force. Trey used all his strength to keep the man under his control, but it was becoming more difficult. Suddenly, Ellie’s foot appeared in front of him and she applied just enough pressure to hold the man’s face to the floor. Unable to move his head, the fight left the man and he lay still beneath them.
    Heavy footsteps sounded on the porch and soon the living room was filled with police officers. They cuffed the stranger and took statements from Trey and Ellie. A thorough investigation of the house proved the man had pried open a window in the basement. He’d made a mess of the upstairs—emptying drawers and closets looking for anything of value to sell for drug money. It appeared he’d only just started his destruction downstairs when they’d arrived home. The bag on the porch contained Ellie’s laptop, some jewelry and the small television from her bedroom.
    Shawn showed up when he’d heard Ellie’s name blasted over the police scanner. As Ellie checked the house with another officer to confirm that nothing else was missing, Shawn pulled Trey aside.
    “The other cops seem to think you helped us nab a man suspected of robbing several houses in town. Description of the suspect definitely fits. Lucky thing you were here, Trey. Guy is fucked up on some serious shit. Put up a hell of a fight when they tried to put him in the police cruiser. They found a switchblade in his pocket.”
    Trey felt the breath leave his body when he realized exactly what could have happened if Ellie had returned home alone. The guy’s threatening comment as well as the weapon confirmed exactly how much force he might have used in order to get money from her. The anger Trey had beaten down once the man had been taken into custody reappeared. He wanted to punch someone. Hard.
    “The robbery MO only partially fits. Guy we’ve been looking for usually stakes out a house, familiarizes himself with the occupant’s schedule, comings and goings. He finds an obscure way into the house, one someone wouldn’t notice right away. He’s in and out with as much as he can carry on his back before the homeowner returns. This hit seems a bit closer to home for him, though. His last few hits have been in more upscale neighborhoods. I’m wondering if he was desperate for money and knew Ellie was a single woman living alone. Might have made him braver.”
    “Jesus.” Trey dropped down onto the couch behind him and Shawn knelt in front of him.
    “Fuck, man. I’m sorry.” Shawn stared at him for a long, quiet moment before speaking again. “I have a bad habit of thinking out loud. The guy was obviously just here for money. Chances are good he would have grabbed Ellie’s purse and run off. You said yourself he looked like he was planning to escape when he saw you blocking his path.”
    Trey knew Shawn’s words for a lie, meant to comfort him. He wasn’t so sure the robber would have left easily if Ellie had been alone.
    Shawn grinned crookedly. “What’s up with you, anyway? You got a thing for the white chick?”
    Trey rolled his eyes and started to answer, but Ellie walked into the living room. He rose quickly, walking over to take her hand. “Everything else where it’s supposed to be?”
    She looked around absentmindedly. Trey was concerned by her pale complexion. Was she going into shock? Should he take her to the hospital? She’d seemed so calm and clear-headed during the actual attack that he’d failed to consider how deeply frightened she must be.
    “You hanging in there, Ellie?” Shawn asked, coming up behind him.
    “Yeah,” she answered, though her voice sounded strained, weak.
    Trey hated the sound. Ellie was tough, self-confident. No asshole druggie was going to rob her of that confidence, that inner-strength. “Grab some stuff, sweetheart. You’re going to spend the night at my place.”
    She looked for a moment like she wanted to protest, but Trey narrowed his