Cold Case in Cherokee Crossing. Rita Herron

that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

      Hell, the woman had been abused as a child. That fact alone warned him to keep his distance. He had no idea what kind of scars she carried inside her, but he’d bet his life trusting men wasn’t high on her list.

      A bad side effect of foster life—kids grew up learning not to get attached. They were shuffled around so much, and it hurt too much to leave friends and people behind.

      Besides, Avery was a case, nothing more. At least if he investigated, maybe he could sleep without those wounded, pain-filled eyes haunting him, telling him that he should have done something other than accept everyone’s word that Hank Tierney deserved to die.

      He punched the brass doorbell, then heard footsteps clattering inside. Seconds later, Avery opened the door.

      He grew very still when he saw her pale face. Obviously today’s visit at the prison had done a number on her.

      What would facing the woman who should have protected her from that monster Mulligan do to her tonight?

      * * *

      AVERY PASTED ON a brave face, determined not to let Sergeant Ward see how the idea of confronting Joleen Mulligan was affecting her.

      “Are you ready?”

      She clutched her purse strap and nodded, but her heart was pounding as she locked the front door and followed him to his vehicle. She reached for the door handle and startled when he beat her to it and opened it for her.

      Her nerves raw, she twisted her head up to look at him.

      “I’m just opening the door for you,” he said. “Relax, Avery. I’m trying to help you.”

      “Why?” The question flew from her mouth before she could stop herself from asking.