Cassidy's War

“I saw you at the tavern last night. With him.”

She frowned.

He released his grip on her arm.

Taking a step away, she adjusted her felt hat. “Well, yes. I’m still trying to gather information, if you even care about the investigation anymore.”

He caught the ire in her tone. “Did you?”

She shook her head. “Not anything that will help.”

“I don’t want you involved in the investigation any longer. It’s too dangerous.”

“But we can’t just allow him to go free.” Her fists clenched.

“I didn’t say I’m abandoning the investigation, but there’s more to it than you know.”

Cassidy frowned. “What do you mean?”

He shook his head. “I can’t tell you right now...but I don’t want to see you anywhere near the man.” He raised a finger. “I mean it, Cassie.”

Her gaze darkened. He almost swore her eyes would spit fire. “I can’t promise anything, George. You aren’t being honest with me. How can I trust you? I’ll do what it takes until he’s brought down.”

He grasped her arm. “You are being reckless. If your mother knew the risk you take by allowing Madison to court you, she wouldn’t permit you to leave the house.”