At the sound of my voice, the investigator looked up to the door. He closed the planner that he had been snooping through.
“There you are,” he said, like he’d been expecting us.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked from behind Asher.
His piercing gaze shifted lazily from me to Asher and back again. “Investigating.”
“Investigating what?” Asher asked.
He tilted his head but said no more. He wasn’t going to share anything.
He was so unnerving. A twinge of fear spread inside of me. I tampered down on it, lest I create a Lamar apparition.
Asher was here. He would keep me safe. I had nothing to worry about.
“How did you get in here?” I asked. I was sure that I had locked the door.
“I’m an official investigator, Cynthia. I’m allowed to go wherever I want and speak to whoever I want. Al
