Fired Up by Jayne Ann Krentz

them to confront her. I told him it probably wouldn’t work, but he was convinced he could handle the situation if I got him the photos.”
    “What made him think he could deal with her in a rational way?” the officer asked with a quizzical expression.
    “Mr. Monroe is a psychologist.”
    The officer grimaced. “Got it. Well, thanks very much, Miss Harper. Someone will be in touch about getting a statement. I’ll need your contact information.”
    “I’ve got a card.” Chloe looked down as though she expected to find a card in one of the pockets of her trench coat. A confused expression crossed her face. “My cards are in my satchel. It’s in the trunk of my car.”
    “I’ll get it,” Rose said. “Give me your keys, Chloe.”
    “Keys.” Chloe reached into a pocket, withdrew a key chain and handed it to Rose.
    Rose hurried off toward the small vehicle parked halfway down the street.
    The officer examined Chloe with a thoughtful expression. “I recognize your name, Miss Harper. You consulted on the Anderson Point murders a year ago, didn’t you?”
    Chloe glanced over her shoulder as if checking to see if Rose had found her car.
    “I gave Detective Takahashi some information,” she said quietly. “He was able to use it to identify a suspect.”
    “I know. That one was as cold as it gets. They say Takahashi worked it night and day. Kept the file under his desk, but it stayed cold until he caught a break with the information you gave him. I remember the hostage situation at the end. It was a real squeaker.”
    “Yes.” Chloe’s voice was tight.
    “They sent the crazy bastard to Winter Cove hospital. Luckily for everyone involved he found a way to hang himself. Saved the state a lot of money.”
    Rose returned with a card. “You sure you’re okay, boss?” She examined Chloe from head to foot again. “You didn’t get singed or anything?”
    “I’m fine,” Chloe said. She handed the card to the officer and waited until he had moved off to talk to some people who were getting out of a CSI van. She looked first at Rose and then at Jack. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad to see you both, but what are you two doing here, anyway?”
    “You heard what Mr. Winters told the cop,” Rose said. “He was worried about you being out here alone on a stakeout.”
    “I know what you told the officer, Mr. Winters.” Chloe’s frown darkened. “But how did you find out that I was working tonight?”
    “I called Rose with some questions,” Jack said. “She told me you were out here on your own.”
    “You called my office in the middle of the night?” Disbelief tightened her soot-streaked face. “And the two of you just decided to come racing over here to see if I was okay?”
    “Chloe,” Rose said quietly. “Mr. Winters had a feeling, okay? So did I. How often have you told me to pay attention to intuition?”
    “Sorry.” Chloe rubbed her forehead. “I’m not complaining. I just don’t understand what made you think that something was wrong.”
    “I’ve got a lot invested in you.” Jack took her arm. “You’re starting to shiver.”
    “It’s cold out here.”
    “It’s the adrenaline,” he said. “Makes you jittery. You need to sit down.”
    “Actually, I think I need a drink,” Chloe said.
    “That, too. I’ll drive you home.”
    “I’ve got my car,” Chloe said.
    She probably didn’t even want to be in the same car with him now, not after the way he had burned her.
    Rose snorted. “Like you’re in any condition to drive, boss. You’ve had one heck of a close call. Mr. Winters is right. Let him drive you back to the office. I’ll take care of your car.”
    Chloe looked mutinous for a few seconds, but she finally abandoned the battle.
    “Okay,” she said.
    He bundled her into the front seat, then went around to the driver’s side. He peeled off his leather jacket, which now smelled of smoke, and tossed it onto the floor of the backseat. He got in beside her.
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