Detective Haines turned, his gaze moving from Ryan to Eve.
“Mrs. Ashbrook,” he said, tone careful, not warm.
Eve’s spine stiffened. “Detective.”
Haines’ gaze flicked briefly to her belly, then back to her face. “Mr. Ashbrook.”
Ryan nodded once. “Detective.”
The tension in the room tightened.
Steven looked between them, frantic. “Find her,” he said, voice breaking. “Please. She didn’t, she didn’t come back.”
Haines held up a hand slightly, calming. “Mr. Reynolds, we’re doing everything we can.”
Steven let out a bitter laugh. “Everything? You’re standing in my house asking questions while she’s out there, ”
“Steven,” Eve said, sharper than she intended.
He froze, eyes snapping to her.
Eve forced herself to keep her voice steady. “Let them do their job.”
Steven’s lips trembled. “
