Justice Hunter. Jennifer Morey

something from her. Information.

      “I’ll drive you home,” he said, his persuasive side coming out in a forced way. He must have sensed she held back and didn’t like that, but he’d try to get her to talk. To what extent would he go? He’d already lied to her. She had to expect he could lie again.

      “No, thanks. You did that last night.” And he had his ex-wife to deal with. She wanted no part of him with even the slightest chance he’d go back to her.

      “This has nothing to do with last night.”

      How could he say that? “Last night was based on a lie.”

      “I have to find my sister’s killer, and you aren’t exactly a fountain of information.”

      She wasn’t helping him at all. She couldn’t. “I didn’t kill her.”

      “Do you know who did?”

      Rachel thought of the faceless man who’d stalked her, frightened her and still did. “No.” She reached the bus stop, where she’d have to wait twenty minutes.

      “Let me drive you home.”

      She eyed him, seeing his distrust and lack of appreciation. He’d like to let his irritation loose, she’d bet.

      “You lied to me, and all you care about is what you think I might know, which is nothing,” she said.

      His attitude changed in an instant. He softened and regarded her contritely.

      “It’s cold out here,” he said. “Come on. I’ll drive you home.”

      “There’s nothing I can say that will help you,” she said. “So maybe you’d rather not waste your time on a girl like me.”

      He blinked acknowledgment of her insight. “I won’t be wasting my time. And I’m sorry for lying. But as you can see, this case is very important to me. Come on, Rachel.” He held out his hand. “Come with me.”

      She wasn’t ready to let him off that easy. “What about your ex-wife? Won’t she mind if you take me home?”

      He took a second or two to piece together what she’d said. “I don’t care if she does.”

      Jared would have said something like that to her. Experienced liar.

      She looked away.

      “Hmph,” Lucas scoffed. “You think I’d actually take her back after what she did?”

      She rolled her eyes his way. His lying bothered her more than the threat of his ex-wife.

      “I’m not Jared,” he said. “And I resent you comparing me to that.”

      Again, she turned away.

      Lucas took her hand and pulled her toward him. “I get why you don’t trust easily, especially since I lied to you. But you aren’t in any danger if all I do is drive you home.”

      Pulling her hand free of his, she started toward his black SUV.

      “Where’s your car?” she asked.

      “In my garage. I have more than one vehicle.”

      Of course he did. He had money.

      It was the cold, not him, that made up her mind. She’d be a fool to trust this master manipulator.