Silent Guardian. Mallory Kane

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      Clint stared narrowly at him for a few seconds, his brows wrinkled with doubt. “I’ll free up an officer as soon as I can.” He looked down at his shoes, then back up. “Geoff, take care that she doesn’t become a pawn in your self-destructive game. She’s had a hard time.”

      Archer stared at him, anger burning through his nerve endings. “My self-destructive game? What the hell, Clint? Is that what you think I’m doing?”

      Clint shrugged without speaking.

      He clenched his fists. “Trust me, Detective,” he growled, “I have no intention of committing Suicide by Perp. If it comes down to him or me—it’s going to be him on that cold slab in the morgue.”

      “So now you’re a vigilante.”

      “Get off my case. You’re the one who wanted me to protect her. You work on freeing up an officer to guard her. Meanwhile, she’s going back with me.”

      “Well she’s got to come downtown first, and give us a statement.”

      “Fine.”

      “Good.”

      Archer’s scalp burned with the fury he was struggling to hold in check. Clint had no right acting so high and mighty. The Lock Rapist case had been his before it was Clint’s. He was the one who’d failed to stop him, whose arrogance and certainty that he was doing the right thing had caused the rapist to escalate, and that had caused the death of his wife.

      Keeping Resa Wade safe was his responsibility, because it was his fault that she was in danger.

      RESA WATCHED the two men go head to head. She knew that Archer and Detective Banes had been partners before Archer was injured.

      The two of them were alarmingly alike, and noticeably different. Both had dark hair and eyes. Both were tall—Archer was six feet, and Banes was a couple of inches taller than him. And both of them were obviously serious about their work.

      Banes’s face was more rounded. His stance was more relaxed, his demeanor friendlier.