Deadly Evidence. Elizabeth Goddard

you coming or what?” she asked.

      He shrugged. “I can only stay a few minutes.”

      Sheryl gasped when she saw Tori’s arm. “See, I told you they let you out too soon! We need to take you—”

      “Mom, please. I just need some fresh bandages.” Tori headed down the hallway like she was a disgruntled teenager, Sheryl on her heels.

      Arms crossed, Tori’s father stepped from the kitchen area and watched them go. “What happened?”

      Ryan was glad he’d stayed for a few minutes, after all. He wasn’t entirely sure how much he was ready to share with her parents, but since it appeared that Tori truly was in danger, they needed to know what was going on for their safety and hers. He was glad for the opportunity to explain things to her father; then David could figure out the right way to tell Sheryl.

      As Tori’s father listened to Ryan detail the events of the day, his face paled. Ryan almost regretted telling him, but he needed all the help he could get to protect Tori.

      Tori and her mother stayed in the bathroom redressing the wound and Ryan bade David goodbye. He had work to do. On their porch he took in the surroundings of the middle-class neighborhood and hoped Tori would be safe here.

      But he knew that once she was able, Tori would stay at the bungalow again—tracing Sarah’s steps, she’d said. Those steps could lead her right to her own death.

      Ryan couldn’t let anything happen to her. For her sake, for her parents’ sake and for his own sake.

      He was a homicide detective, but he’d give that up in a heartbeat to be her bodyguard. If she would let him.

      He knew Tori would say she didn’t need him.

      She never needed him—not in the past, and not now.

      But this time, that wouldn’t stop him.