The detective flinches. It’s a small thing, there one second and gone the next. “If I could take your place, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” He reaches for me, and I step forward into his embrace. “You shouldn’t have to do this,” he whispers, hugging me tight. I never noticed before, but he must wear the same cologne as Dad. The familiarity of the scent and the strong arms around me tighten my throat. “But I have faith in you. Call me if you need anything.”
