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damage that had been done. The best she could do was beat the shit out of the person who did it. No matter how much they wanted to help, even Abbey wasn’t skilled enough to do serious healing magic.
Abbey joined Kara, kneeling on the other side of the woman and placing her hand over Kara’s. “Don’t give up on her, Kare-bear. You of all people know it’s possible to beat the odds. Maybe she’s a survivor, like you.”
Kara nodded slowly. No, she wasn’t giving up. Not on this woman. And not on catching the man who did this.
Kara wasn’t sure how she managed to keep upright that morning on the trek back to Abbey’s house in Golden Hill. The two friends slunk through the streets, at once alert for signs of a sadistic rapist and numb to their cores from the atrocity they’d discovered.
By the time they made it through the front door, Kara was shaking so hard, her knife rattled like a diamondback as she laid it down on the cluttered entry table.
Abbey’s tiny, two-story house wasn’t in a great neighborhood, but it had a certain shabby-chic charm, from its rustic wood floors to its old sofas with floral slipcovers. It was the same aging, pine-green home it had always been, but no one teased Abbey about the red door and trim anymore. She refused to paint it, choosing to leave it just as it had been when her parents were alive.
Abbey glanced at her cell phone when it lit up. “So…I guess we’ve had our world rocked enough for one night, huh?”
Kara’s head shot up. “Don’t you dare answer.” What was Abbey thinking? Couldn’t she take one stinking night off from men?
Abbey regarded the number and let out a tired chuckle, dropping the phone to the couch. “Calm down. I wasn’t going to invite anyone over.”
“Sorry.” Kara sighed and massaged her fingers over eyes. “We need to call Tray.”
“No. Please ,” Abbey moaned. “The woman’s at the hospital by now. There’s nothing else we can do.”
“Yeah, there is. We can call Tray.”
When Abbey turned toward her and gave her the evil eye, Kara had to smile. A hacked-up woman couldn’t get Abbey down, but mention her ex, Tray Oaks—the San Diego P.D. detective who’d dumped her—and heaven forbid, look what happened.
“I don’t want him here,” she was still saying two hours later at 5:30 a.m. when Tray knocked.
Kara opened the door and regarded her old nemesis—the tanned, blond-haired man who Abbey still loved. At least, he had been her nemesis when he was taking all Abbey’s time and Kara was alone. Now she just felt bad for him because she suspected he still loved Abbey, too.
Tray gave Kara a tired look and ran his hand over his short buzzed hair. He was handsome, but his blue-gray eyes had dark smudges under them as if he hadn’t been sleeping well lately. As the head of the Special Victims Unit, he had his own nightmares to contend with. When he’d met Abbey that first night, questioning her and Kara for hours after seeing them crowding over a rapist’s unconscious body, his eyes had been empty. And now, sadly, Kara could see that same emptiness creeping back in.
“What’s up, Kare-bear?” He stepped toward Kara and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Okay, maybe not her nemesis , exactly. “You keepin’ my girl out of trouble—or getting her right back in it?”
Kara sighed and pushed the door shut behind him. “We were hunting tonight…and we found the woman by the construction site.”
“Oh, hell.” Tray stopped and looked up at the ceiling like he was arguing with God. His navy suit was rumpled. He’d probably fallen asleep in his work clothes again. “Out of all the people who could have found her, how did I know it was gonna be you two? And you left the scene, Kara.” His voice grew in intensity as the news hit him. “You broke the law.”
Abbey rose from the couch, threw down her People magazine and stalked toward Tray. “Leave her alone, tough guy. We had a rough night.”
Tray
Abbey joined Kara, kneeling on the other side of the woman and placing her hand over Kara’s. “Don’t give up on her, Kare-bear. You of all people know it’s possible to beat the odds. Maybe she’s a survivor, like you.”
Kara nodded slowly. No, she wasn’t giving up. Not on this woman. And not on catching the man who did this.
Kara wasn’t sure how she managed to keep upright that morning on the trek back to Abbey’s house in Golden Hill. The two friends slunk through the streets, at once alert for signs of a sadistic rapist and numb to their cores from the atrocity they’d discovered.
By the time they made it through the front door, Kara was shaking so hard, her knife rattled like a diamondback as she laid it down on the cluttered entry table.
Abbey’s tiny, two-story house wasn’t in a great neighborhood, but it had a certain shabby-chic charm, from its rustic wood floors to its old sofas with floral slipcovers. It was the same aging, pine-green home it had always been, but no one teased Abbey about the red door and trim anymore. She refused to paint it, choosing to leave it just as it had been when her parents were alive.
Abbey glanced at her cell phone when it lit up. “So…I guess we’ve had our world rocked enough for one night, huh?”
Kara’s head shot up. “Don’t you dare answer.” What was Abbey thinking? Couldn’t she take one stinking night off from men?
Abbey regarded the number and let out a tired chuckle, dropping the phone to the couch. “Calm down. I wasn’t going to invite anyone over.”
“Sorry.” Kara sighed and massaged her fingers over eyes. “We need to call Tray.”
“No. Please ,” Abbey moaned. “The woman’s at the hospital by now. There’s nothing else we can do.”
“Yeah, there is. We can call Tray.”
When Abbey turned toward her and gave her the evil eye, Kara had to smile. A hacked-up woman couldn’t get Abbey down, but mention her ex, Tray Oaks—the San Diego P.D. detective who’d dumped her—and heaven forbid, look what happened.
“I don’t want him here,” she was still saying two hours later at 5:30 a.m. when Tray knocked.
Kara opened the door and regarded her old nemesis—the tanned, blond-haired man who Abbey still loved. At least, he had been her nemesis when he was taking all Abbey’s time and Kara was alone. Now she just felt bad for him because she suspected he still loved Abbey, too.
Tray gave Kara a tired look and ran his hand over his short buzzed hair. He was handsome, but his blue-gray eyes had dark smudges under them as if he hadn’t been sleeping well lately. As the head of the Special Victims Unit, he had his own nightmares to contend with. When he’d met Abbey that first night, questioning her and Kara for hours after seeing them crowding over a rapist’s unconscious body, his eyes had been empty. And now, sadly, Kara could see that same emptiness creeping back in.
“What’s up, Kare-bear?” He stepped toward Kara and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Okay, maybe not her nemesis , exactly. “You keepin’ my girl out of trouble—or getting her right back in it?”
Kara sighed and pushed the door shut behind him. “We were hunting tonight…and we found the woman by the construction site.”
“Oh, hell.” Tray stopped and looked up at the ceiling like he was arguing with God. His navy suit was rumpled. He’d probably fallen asleep in his work clothes again. “Out of all the people who could have found her, how did I know it was gonna be you two? And you left the scene, Kara.” His voice grew in intensity as the news hit him. “You broke the law.”
Abbey rose from the couch, threw down her People magazine and stalked toward Tray. “Leave her alone, tough guy. We had a rough night.”
Tray
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