They would need to be aware, to circle the wagons if necessary. “It might have something to do with Amy though.”
Colt and Brock both sat up straighter in their chairs , fully alert after hearing that name. “What’s she doing back?”
“Who is Amy?” Hannah asked, taking her own coffee and blowing on i t to cool it down.
Sam tapped a pen against the side of his nose. “In a nutshell, Amy Rossi is…was…the love of his life. They were hot and heavy for several months about a year ago. Then something happened, and her name can’t be spoken in Walker’s presence.”
“That bad?” Hannah asked, her eyes turning worried as well.
“Worse,” Colt said grimly.
“Why is she back? Need to turn the knife a bit?” Brock asked, anger burning in his gut for his friend. He had Nina, and wished Walker could find someone as beautiful and wonderful as his fiancée. Amy was bad news. No other woman had ever gotten to Walker the way that woman had.
Sam shook his head. “No. She’s in trouble. She didn’t even come to Walker about the problem. He found out about it on the dailies,” he explained, referring to the daily incident reports that listed all of the crimes committed or reported the previous day. “I don’t know the details, but someone’s stalking Amy.”
Everyon e’s eyes turned to look at Colt. “What?” he asked, not sure why they were looking at him. Well, yes, he did, but that didn’t mean he was going to acknowledge the question.
“Similar to your issue.”
Colt shook his head. “Chloe is dealing with death threats. Not a stalker. My guy is more cowardly – he doesn’t bother to show up in person. He’s an ass who uses the postal service to try and scare Chloe.”
Walker sighed, standing just around the corner from the conference room doorway. He knew they meant well, but this really wasn’t something he wanted to talk about.
Everyone heard the anger brewing in Colt’s voice but none were surprised. Brock had briefed Sam on what was going on between Chloe and Colt and Sam had told Hannah. Of course. There were definitely pros and cons to having friends that stuck together. On the one hand, Walker knew that he could count on these four people, and also Nina, when he was in trouble. But on the other hand, he really didn’t want them to know about the biggest mistake of his life. Amy was just bad news. His kryptonite.
Apparently, he didn’t have a choice. Stepping back into the conference room, he looked at the four of them. “I’m okay. Promise,” he stated firmly when four sets of eyes looked back at him with disbelief. “Amy is just in some trouble. I’m going to help her out, then move on. She means nothing to me anymore. We’re history.” He wished his body would believe that, he grumbled silently.
“Here are the pictures of Amy’s stalker,” he said and e-mailed them to everyone. “I’ve already put them through facial recognition. I’m going to talk to the first officer that took her report and find out what he’s done already.
He walked out of the conference room again, furious with himself for even caring enough to help Amy, and livid that someone would dare to try and harm her.
Walker spent the rest of the afternoon running from one person to the next, trying to get some answers. He’d already gone over hours of footage recorded by traffic cameras, trying to find a car that was similar during all the dates Amy had given him. It had been a bust, but he wasn’t giving up. By the end of the day, he had more leads, but needed to get Amy’s fingerprints. He had a suspicion that he didn’t really like and needed to check on it.
Chapter 3
Walker watched her step into the coffee shop and memories pounded his brain and his body. He remembered the first time they’d seen each other. He’d been paying for his coffee and she was just putting in her