“Murder? You’re telling me someone wanted to murder two little boys? Why?”
“We don’t know,” Fenn said. “But it’s obvious that’s still the plan.”
“Jim must have told you what I said about the semi-trailer tires.”
“He did.” Fenn’s fingers dug into his thighs as rage surged deep within him, like the molten core of a volcano. The thought of anyone trying to kill him while Hayden was there…She’d probably been considered collateral damage to the shooter. The woman he’d grown fond of, was fairly obsessed with on more than one level, would have died…because someone wanted him dead. It infuriated the hell out of him.
“Good. Glad he did. Do you remember anything else that happened at the time of the accident? We need something to go on.”
Fenn wished he had answers, had anything he could give Ho
