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be.”
    Ashley told the policeman where her purse was. He headed back toward the building.
    “Does the name Todd Dunlop mean anything to you?” he asked.
    “No. Was that the shooter’s name?”
    “I can’t officially confirm that at this time.”
    “I understand. No, I’ve never heard that name before.”
    He asked her several more questions about her routine and whether she’d seen anything out of the ordinary when she got to work this morning. He asked her about any recent firings, but she wasn’t aware of any.
    “I’m sorry, Detective. But other than the officers of the company, I haven’t even spoken to most of the people who work here. I’ve been stuck in a conference room most of the time, poring over years of financial reports. I wish I had better answers for you.”
    “You’re doing fine, Miss Parrish.” His white teeth flashed in a reassuring smile.
    The policeman returned with her purse. She thanked him and he hurried away.
    “May I go home now?” she asked the detective.
    “Of course. I’ve got your address and your phone number. If I think of more questions, I’ll stop by or give you a call. When are you leaving town?”
    “The end of the week.”
    He walked her to her car.
    She tried to unlock the car three times, but her hands were shaking so hard she couldn’t get the key in the lock.
    He gently took the keys from her and unlocked the door. “The clicker’s broken, I assume?” He held up the electronic key fob attached to her key chain before handing back her keys.
    “I think it’s the battery. I keep forgetting to replace it.” She slid into the driver’s seat.
    “You should get that fixed as soon as possible, as a security precaution,” he said.
    She nodded, in full agreement. After today, she was suddenly hyperaware of how dangerous the world could be. Fumbling for her keys when a simple click of a button could unlock her door didn’t strike her as smart.
    “Detective Gray?”
    He crouched down beside her door, giving her that same kind smile he’d given her earlier. “Yes?”
    “I’m sorry that I interfered, back inside. I thought I was helping, but I realize now that I could have gotten you hurt—” she swallowed hard “—or killed.”
    “You were very brave. You have nothing to apologize for. Everything worked out.”
    She offered him a shaky smile. “You saved my life. I don’t know how to pay someone back for something like that.”
    “Fix that clicker. That’s payback enough. Then I won’t have to worry about you fumbling with your keys.” He fished a business card out of his pocket and handed it to her. “If you think of anything else you want to tell me about what happened, anything that can help us sort through this mess and figure out why this guy picked Gibson and Gibson, give me a call.”
    * * *
    D ILLON WATCHED THE surprisingly brave, pretty little auditor drive away in her aging dark blue Chevy Lumina. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen one of those cars on the road. Obviously Ashley Parrish wasn’t making a fortune in her chosen occupation, which made any obvious financial motive for the shooter to target her seem unlikely.
    “Did she tell you anything useful about the shooter?”
    Dillon turned at the sound of Chris Downing’s voice behind him.
    “No. But she’s pretty shaken. She might think of something later.” He glanced past his friend. His boss was standing with the rest of the SWAT team, his face animated—not in a good way—as he spoke to them. “Let me guess. Thornton sent you to get me.”
    “Yep. He’s riled up like a preacher on Easter Sunday, all fire and brimstone raining down on our heads for going in against orders.”
    Dillon let out a deep sigh and started toward his boss, with Chris at his side. He wasn’t in the mood to take a tongue-lashing right now, but he’d have to endure it to try to keep his job, and to keep his men from being blamed for what had essentially been a mutiny.
    Regardless of