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He grinned, and she knew the storm had passed. “Might not be a good idea.”

“You’re right about that.” She glanced back at the scene. “I should head to the office. Look at the files and see if this one fits. Any ideas where to start?”

Something flashed on his face. A matured expression she couldn’t decipher. “Thea Ackerman. I’d love to get the guy who did that.” He practically spat the words.

“Thanks. I’ll keep you in the loop. And you do the same?”

He nodded.

Addie spoke with the captain, got the ME’s card, then walked alone—down the trail, across the parking lot, to her car.

The whole time, she couldn’t get rid of the crawling sensation on the back of her neck.

Someone was out there.

Watching.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The knock on Jacob’s door came just after he’d finished leftovers of last night’s dinner. The pot pie his housekeeper made was big enough for four people, so he stretched it out when he didn’t have the brainpower to choose what to have for dinner and sometimes froze a serving or two for later.

He tugged the door open wearing shorts and a T-shirt, his feet bare. Hair a mess. On his doorstep were a uniformed police captain and Addie, in her official capacity, since she immediately flashed her badge at him. “We’d like a word.”

Jacob stepped back.

The man entered first. “I’m Captain McCauley, and I believe you know Special Agent Franklin.”

“Not exactly in that capacity. But yes, I know her.” He closed the door behind them and ushered them to the living area. “Care to sit? Coffee?”

The captain glanced at Addie. She shook her head and turned to survey the apartment. Four thousand square feet. His agent had recommended an interior decorator. Jacob hadn’t thought about what she did with it. All he cared about was that the couchwasn’t uncomfortable, and he could see the TV without straining his neck.

The view from the windows was what sold him on the place.

He motioned to them with a tip of his head. The skin around Addie’s eyes flexed, and she headed over to look. “Wow.”

“It’s even better when the sky is clear. And at night, when you can see the city lights.” He could see why people loved big cities like New York and Chicago. Downtown bustled with life. The fact he was up here alone most of the time didn’t matter when he felt like part of something. One in the crowd of a community.

Grandpa had taken him to the top of Golden Hills Bluff early so they could see the sunrise. There Grandpa had told him that anytime he saw the dawn, he would know there was always hope.

He hadn’t been able to look at it since. But he still liked the sky.

“Mr. Wilson?” The captain tucked his hands in his pockets. “The police department received a call last night from a young woman recently in your employ.”

He’d only done one shoot recently.

“Sammie…something.” Jacob shook his head. “I paid them in cash, but I’ve got their information written down somewhere.”

“Why her? When I mentioned a woman, why do you assume it’s her?” The captain had a staid expression that made him extremely hard to read.

“How about you tell me why she called the police department?” Then he’d know whether he needed his lawyer.

“The statement she gave is that you harassed her. She’s not pressing charges but wanted it on record just in case you, in her words, ‘tried it on some other unsuspecting girl.’”

Addie turned from the windows. What did she think of the view?

Instead of asking that, he said, “Is this something the FBI usually investigates?”

The corner of her mouth curled up. “Harassment against women?” She shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe it should be.”

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