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asked, his voice losing all gentleness in its urgency.
    Her green eyes never strayed from the piece of paper.
    “You could say that.” She blew out a long, slow breath, as though steadying herself. “Seeing as I was married to him.”

Chapter Four
    W omen that had tried as hard to be good as Maggie had weren’t supposed to know what the inside of a police station looked like.
    Unfortunately, good girls didn’t always have good families, and between her father’s DUIs and her brother’s MIPs, she was more familiar with law enforcement than she’d like.
    But this? This was a whole other ball game.
    She cupped her hands around the ugly, generic coffee cup to keep her hands from shaking. “Do we have to do this in here?” she asked.
    Detective Browning smiled gently at her. “I know it’s not the most comfortable room, but bright side…at least we didn’t have to cuff you.”
    Maggie knew the other woman meant it as a joke, but she could barely muster a fake smile at the stout brunette woman.
    Detective Browning’s partner seemed to sense this and leaned forward with a kind smile. “You’re in no way a suspect, Ms. Walker. I’m sure Captain made that very clear.”
    Maggie all but rolled her eyes at Detective Poyner. Actually, Captain hadn’t done much other than pepper her with a half dozen questions in the diner yesterday, only to growl in irritation when she was too flustered to answer them coherently.
    Then he’d ordered her to the precinct today, on her day off, to answer some questions about Eddie. Her Eddie.
    Or the man who used to be her Eddie.
    “We could have come to your house, but Captain said you didn’t want that,” the male detective said, his voice kind.
    Maggie nibbled her bottom lip. It was true. Anthony Moretti had asked her (gruffly) if detectives could come by her place, but she’d immediately said no.
    She’d worked so hard to remove Eddie from her life…she didn’t want him anywhere near her home, even in discussion.
    So here she was, sitting in a hard metal chair in a dark, intimidating room with two cops who were perfectly nice but also increasingly impatient, if she was reading them correctly.
    Meanwhile he was nowhere to be found.
    A tiny part of Maggie—the selfish part of her—wished that she’d never seen that picture at the diner. Never opened her mouth.
    But of course she had to. Because if Eddie was really doing something illegal…
    She took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, let’s talk. But first…can you tell me what exactly it is that Eddie’s done?”
    Captain Moretti had said burglary, which sounded pretty damn bad, but it also didn’t seem like Eddie. Her ex-husband had always lacked…guts.
    And frankly, he’d also lacked motivation and energy. The thought of him going through all that effort didn’t line up with what she knew of the man.
    Maybe she’d been wrong.
    “Can I see the picture again?” she blurted out, just as Detective Browning was about to answer her question.
    Detective Poyner opened the folder in front of him and slid a piece of paper toward her.
    Maggie couldn’t hide the wince as she looked at it again. If it wasn’t Eddie, it was a darn close likeness, and seeing those familiar features again brought up a part of her life that she’d been deliberately putting behind her for the past eighteen months.
    “Is this your ex-husband?”
    Maggie lifted a shoulder. “It looks just like him, but it’s hard to be one hundred percent sure in a drawing, you know?”
    Detective Poyner nodded slowly. “But based on what you know of Mr. Walker—”
    “Hansen,” Maggie interrupted. “Eddie’s last name is Hansen. I took my last name back when we divorced.”
    “My apologies,” he said. “I shouldn’t have assumed—”
    Detective Browning leaned forward. “Ms. Walker, why don’t you just tell us whatever you feel like telling us about Eddie? What he’s like, where he is, the type of man he is—”
    “The type of man he is?” Maggie