Ben slung a pen across his desk. “She’s afraid of me, Luke. When she looks at me with fear in her eyes, it’s like she’s stabbing me in the heart.”
“I guess so,” Luke muttered.
“The doctor said that eventually her memory would probably return, but if it does, I still have a problem, don’t I?”
“I’ve put another detective on it, but so far nothing has turned up.”
“Isn’t there anything more we can do?”
Luke shook his head and replaced Ben’s pen in a holder on the desk. “I can’t think of anything else. You be careful. Don’t agree to see anyone alone, and don’t stray away from public areas.”
“Do you think Jorie will be okay alone?”
“I …don’t know, Ben. I wish I had an answer for you, but I don’t.”