After You Broke Me,I Became Untouchable

Marian Pruitt received an unusual tip: someone had reported that her husband was holding his fiancée captive at a suburban estate.

She had already slipped past the perimeter of the gated compound, crouching low in the shadow of a manicured hedge.

She pressed her fingers hard against the bridge of her nose. She had to be out of her mind.

Years on the force had taught her that bogus tips and malicious reports were a dime a dozen. Yet this one, for reasons she couldn't explain, she'd believed.

Believed it enough to sneak in here alone.