Terri couldn't quite meet Aubrey's eyes.
Her fingers worried the hem of her sleeve as she spoke, voice catching on itself. "I—I know what I heard. I'm not guessing."
Aubrey studied her, jaw set. "And you're positive?" she pressed. "You're positive Jane's abusing Peter?"
Terri swallowed, then nodded. Grim. Certain.
Hale stood off to the side, arms folded, shoulder resting against the concrete wall. He'd been quiet the whole time, watching Aubrey and Terri whisper like the words themselves were dangerous.
Something in his chest twisted anyway.
Aubrey finally looked over. "Any ideas about what we should do, Hale?"
He grimaced.
"Or," she added casually, too casually, "is he just another man with his own problems?"
He knew exactly what she was doing. Baiting him. Testing where he stood.
Before he could answer—
The doorknob rattled.
Everyone froze.
"Shh," Aubrey breathed. Her body coiled like a spring pulled too tight.
