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two-story apartment building located on a busy thoroughfare of cheap hotels and rundown retail stores to get the evidence bags from her car. They’d apprehended one young teen without ID who would only say his name was Danny, and Connor was hauling him over to the transport vehicle. The kid had been belligerent and uncooperative, tempting Becca to shake some sense into him. But she had a weakness for wayward kids, so she’d resisted her urge.
    Becca continued on, catching sight of Taylor. She was almost comically stiff while standing guard at the raid. Becca remembered her rookie days—she would have been doing the same thing. She’d been so gung-ho, she’d likely have taken it up a notch from Taylor and would have still had her gun drawn.
    Becca approached Taylor. “Thanks for standing duty down here. Sam will go along with the kid to County to make sure his fingerprints are run immediately. I want you to go with him. Call me the minute we know anything.”
    Taylor frowned. “I’d really like to stay and observe. Wouldn’t it be possible for Sam to call us?”
    Odd. “It’s nothing you haven’t done a thousand times before. Forensics will process the scene, and we’ll catalog the evidence.”
    Taylor nipped her full lower lip. “Once I join the team, I won’t likely get this close to a murder investigation again.”
    Becca could sympathize with Taylor, but she wouldn’t let that sway her decision. “I need you to take the kid in, but then you’re welcome to stop back by here.”
    Taylor smiled. “Okay, then. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
    “Let me grab some things from the back of the car first.” Becca turned and caught Connor watching her.
    Maybe watching Taylor? She was a beautiful girl. Thick dark hair, olive skin, deep brown eyes, and a curvy body. Becca could see him or any guy going for her. But it didn’t bother Becca that any guy might be attracted to Taylor. Just Connor. The man she had this love/hate thing with. Okay, to be fair, she didn’t hate anything about him. That was the problem.
    “You two got a thing going on?” Taylor asked.
    Becca snapped her mind back to the job at hand. “What? No. Nothing going on.”
    “Relax. So what if you two have a thing?”
    “We don’t have a thing.”
    “Okay, fine, not an actual thing. I get it. You’re both keeping it on the down-low, but it’s there. I’d have to be blind not to notice it. So hey, when I come back, I promise not to invade your territory.”
    Becca felt heat flush up her neck. “Come back if you want. Invade if you want. It’s none of my business.”
    She spun and marched to her car, grabbed the evidence bags, and slammed the hatch harder than necessary before returning to the apartment that had walls lined with bookshelves filled with the suspected stolen merchandise. A metal folding table held three computers, a printer, and a magnetic card reader/writer for making bogus credit cards. A stack of cards and plastic blanks for making others sat on the table, too.
    They’d located a gun of the same caliber as the one that killed Connor’s victim, but they had no proof it was linked to the murder he was investigating. So, as the warrant holder, she’d take the gun, plus the stolen merchandise and credit card paraphernalia, into evidence. She started by bagging the gun and ammo clip for safety, then sat down behind the table and turned her attention to logging the credit cards.
    “I guess all this stuff is what you were hoping to find,” Connor said as he came back into the room.
    “Yes.”
    He pointed a gloved finger at one of the computers. “It would be nice if we could take a look, but I know we have to wait for the techs.”
    She glanced at him. “Good to see you’re up on computer seizure protocol.”
    “It’s not hard to keep straight.” He lifted his index finger. “Number one, don’t touch them.” His second finger went up. “And number two, wait for the experts to take them.”
    She smiled at