“We made her file that restraining order,” Trick argued. “She was never that worried about him. She thought it was overkill. But we forced her hand, and it set him off. God. If we hadn’t pushed her into doing this, maybe he wouldn’t have reacted so—”
“If he was the type to react like this,” I cut in, “then he needed one, so you guys were right to persuade her.”
“Yeah, tell me that when we find her unharmed and okay.” He pointed through the front windshield. “There. That street. Windmill, I think it’s called. Take a right, and it’s the third house down.”
But I hadn’t actually needed any more instructions after take a right. When I saw a butt-ugly Mitsubishi sitting in the driveway of a small, single-story brick house, I knew where I was going. Trick had gone on and on about how much he’d
