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know him on a more professional level, she would reserve her opinion and choose her words more carefully.
    Her identity would stay a secret until he showed her he believed the real killer still lurked behind a shadow. Waiting for her.
     
     

Chapter Two 
     
    After dinner, Shauna followed Travis back to his pickup. The crisp air did nothing to settle her nerves. She scanned the city streets, hoping Travis didn’t notice her trembling hands.
    “I can’t change this habit, but trust me, I know who you are,” he said as he opened the door.
    Her muscles tensed and she paused. He knew nothing, and yet, he probably knew everything. An uneasy feeling washed over her as she settled into the passenger seat and he in the driver’s seat.
    “How about you take a look at that file?” He pulled out into traffic and headed toward Wolfe Road, where the temporary housing was located.
    “I’d almost forgotten.” She reached for the file, brushing his hand as he went for it at the same time. She looked over at him. “Umm, let me see.” She fumbled with the papers, not liking the effect he seemed to have on her as a woman.
    “Why don’t we sit down and look at it together.” His voice calmed her, which made her more uncomfortable.
    He pulled into a parking lot.
    “Thought this was a temporary housing unit or something?”
    “The units are all basically mini-apartments used by our department and some major corporations. It’s not that bad,” he said with a slight smile.
    She checked herself in and they made their way down the dimly lit hallway toward her room.
    “Okay. What’s the problem with this case?” she asked, after he pushed back the door. Her new surroundings didn’t do much for her, so working seemed like a much better plan.
    “Not sure,” Travis said, then stopped and glanced over his shoulder, shrugging. “Really, I’ve seen worse.”
    Looking around her new living space, she tried to tell herself Travis had a point. The hideous, sagging brown couch that was pushed back against the not so white wall could be spruced up with a bright colored cover. She remembered a flower shop they’d passed and figured the ugly Sixties throwback table might look quite homey with some fresh mixed flowers, really scented ones, because the musty aroma in the room choked her.
    “They’re going to do renovations soon.” Travis tossed her key on the table and took her suitcases to an open door. “The bedroom doesn’t get any better.” He left her suitcases by the door, then turned. “You got the file?”
    “Oh, yeah.” She spread the file on the kitchen table before sitting down across from him. She shuffled the papers over the flat surface, then blew out a puff of air and tried to concentrate. As she scanned the initial police report her heart hammered behind her ribcage. She knew this case. Well, not exactly, but based on what she could gather, she knew whoever killed this young girl had tried to kill her, too.
    She did her best to keep her heart rate as flat as possible as excitement pulsed through her veins. It wasn’t the kind of excitement that made her feel good, but in some ways, it gave her strength. Not only had she been given her dream job, but now her rapist had been handed to her on a silver platter. She would study this man. This rapist. Murderer. Find his weak spot and put an end to his terror. It wouldn’t end there. So many other victims cried for justice and she’d do her best to give it to them—all of them.
    Twenty minutes ticked by as she did her best to concentrate on the file, and not her own emotional roller-coaster ride. She was a full-fledged agent now, and she needed to behave like one on all levels. She reminded herself that this was no longer about what happened to her, but catching a killer, plain and simple.
    Travis didn’t really say anything to her, just pretended not to watch her. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. She asked a few questions and studied the case, keeping