Yuletide Jeopardy. Sandra Robbins

      He wanted to tell her no, but her eyes begged him to do this. After a moment, he nodded. “Okay, I’ll come in for a few minutes.”

      She smiled. “Thank you, Alex.”

      She crossed her arms and leaned back against the car. Alex turned and stared into the woods where the officers continued to search. He glanced down at the broken headlights and the bullet holes in the car. They had barely missed being killed today.

      Cold fear washed over him, and he rubbed the hair on the back of his neck. Grace had opened a Pandora’s box with her announcement on air that she was going to look into Landon Mitchell’s death. There was nothing he could do to stop what might come, but one thing he could do was be there to make sure nothing happened to Grace.