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“If you remember anything else, please let us know.”
Jonah watched as Sheriff Xander Kincaid, one of his oldest friends, rose from the chair beside the sofa where Rachel was tucked into a nest of pillows, her cheeks pale, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.
Xander split a look between the two of them. “We’re gonna find this guy.”
“I’ll see you out.” Jonah followed his friend to the door.
Xander glanced back toward the living room. “This was a crime of opportunity, not a deliberate assault. My best read of the scene is that she surprised him, and he shoved her down to give himself a chance to get away. I don’t think he set out to deliberately hurt her.”
Frustration simmered, shortening the already fraying hold Jonah had on his temper. “Are you seriously trying to downplay this?”
“No. I
