“Good.”
Zach waited until she was inside her house with her nurse before he took Grace’s steps two at a time.
She answered his knock, but didn’t let him in. “Go away, Zach. I don’t appreciate being a sideshow freak for anyone.”
“You aren’t.” He put out his hands to touch her, make her believe him. She stepped away from him.
“I’ve never stopped being a cop. I always need to know what I’m dealing with.”
Disgust screwed up her face. “What you’re dealing with? I’m human Zach and I still have feelings.”
He cursed himself for using the wrong word. Talking had never been his forte. He sighed. “Grace, listen. I just want to help.”
“Then tell me who you think would try to kill Dolores.”
“You mean, you? The person shot at you.”
“Okay, then who would kill me?”
“Your friend, Mark.”
Her face scrunched up. “Mark?”
“He’s in love with you and can’t have you.”
“He just thinks he’s in love with me.”
“Can we have this conversation inside?”