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hated it at first.
    But looking back, he now saw that that school had saved him from going down the wrong path.
    “Hi, Roberta, I need some help. Can you get me a copy of the transcripts of Hank Tierney’s trial twenty years ago?”
    Roberta’s eyebrows climbed. “The Tierney man who’s about to die?”
    “Yes. My director wants me to review the matter because of some young lawyer looking to get the conviction overturned.”
    Roberta sighed. “I always felt sorry for that boy and girl. Folks said the boy was scary, that he stabbed that man a bunch of times, but if you ask me, something else was going on in that house. Something nobody wanted to talk about.”
    “You remember the trial?” Jaxon asked.
    “Of course.” She reached for a set of keys in her drawer. “Never forget how terrified that poor child looked when the reporters pounced on her. That young’un was scared to death. Something bad happened to her, I tell you. Children don’t look like that unless they’ve seen real-life monsters.”
    True.
    She ambled around the side of the desk. “Those files are old, Sergeant. They’ll be archived downstairs.”
    “That’s fine. Can you find them and make a copy for me?”
    “Sure. But it might take a few minutes.”
    “No problem. I’ll be glad to wait.”
    She maneuvered her bulk toward the door and walked down the hall. Jaxon phoned Avery. She answered on the third ring. “Hello.”
    “Avery, this is Sergeant Jaxon Ward. I found an address for Joleen Mulligan. I’m going to visit her tonight.”
    Her breathing rattled in the silence that fell between them. “I’ll call you after I talk to her,” he said.
    “No,” Avery said in a shaky voice. “I want to go with you.”
    Jaxon gritted his teeth. “Are you sure you’re up for that?”
    “No,” she said softly. “But I’m the reason my brother is in this mess. It’s my place to get him out.”
    A wealth of guilt underscored her words.
    Jaxon found himself wanting to erase that guilt. But that might not be possible. Chances were slim that they could get her brother’s execution postponed, and even slimmer that they could prove him innocent and free him.
    * * *
    A VERY LOWERED HER head between her legs and inhaled slow, even breaths just as her therapist had instructed to do to ward off panic attacks.
    That had been years ago, although occasionally old fears swept over her when she least expected it. The least little thing could trigger a reaction.
    A sudden dimming of lights. A noise. The sound of someone breathing too hard. The smell of smoke or...body sweat.
    And cologne, the one Mulligan wore. The musty smell hadn’t mixed well with the rancid odor of his beer breath.
    “Avery?”
    The Texas Ranger’s voice startled her, jerking her back to reality. “Yes.”
    “Do you want me to pick you up, or do you want me to meet you somewhere?”
    Her first reaction was to meet him. She didn’t like to be in enclosed spaces with men. But Jaxon Ward was a law officer, and he was trying to help her.
    He’d think she was strange, rude, maybe paranoid or unstable if she balked at riding in the car with him.
    “I’m almost to my house if you want to meet me there.”
    “Fine. I’m at the county courthouse. It’ll probably be a while before I leave. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
    “That works.” She needed that hour to pull herself together. Maybe do some yoga to relax and focus her energy on her well-being.
    On the fact that she had survived the Mulligan abuse and family years ago, and she was an adult now. Joleen Mulligan couldn’t hurt her.
    She wouldn’t let her.
    * * *
    B Y THE TIME Roberta returned with the files, it was already getting dark outside.
    “I had to dig deep,” Roberta said. “But you have to sign in to have access, and that took a while. The guard in charge asked a half dozen questions. Said you were the second person in two weeks to ask for a copy of the trial transcripts and copy of the police investigation