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Her stomach felt sick as it dawned on her.

They might do something like that ...

If they were an undercover FBI agent.

Morgan felt sick. Was it possible someone at the very Bureau she'd dedicated her life to had betrayed her?

"No," Morgan said, "you're lying. Give me the name."

The man shook his head, his eyes darting around nervously. "I swear, that's all I know. I heard rumors he was a snitch."

Morgan's mind was spinning with the implications of what the man had just told her. If Eric Domino was really an undercover agent, that would mean that he'd been working with the FBI from the beginning. It would also mean that the FBI had been watching her the entire time.

She felt a cold sweat break out on her skin. Could she really trust anyone?

Morgan's frustration turned to anger. She had come all this way for nothing. "Fine," she said. "Get out of here."

The man turned and ran, disappearing into the darkness. Morgan watched him go, her mind racing with questions. She needed to know the real identity of this man. What if he still worked at the FBI?

What if she knew him?

Just then, her phone rang. Morgan pulled it out, still feeling numb from the dizzying revelation. It was Derik.

"Greene," Morgan said into the phone, "what is it?"

"They found him, Cross," Derik said.

Morgan looked around the dark, rundown street. The asphalt below her feet was cracked and broken, covered in debris and littered with trash. The buildings were crumbling, paint peeling off walls and windows boarded up. The street lamps were dull and duller, barely providing any light at all. Everything was shrouded in shadows, eerie and oppressive. But she felt numb. It was hard to even care about the Maze Killer right now after what she'd just learned.

"He won't talk," Derik said. He took a breath. "He said he'd only talk to you, and you alone."

She wondered why he gave a damn who he talked to, but if he wanted her, then he'd have her. "Where is he?" she asked.

"At the precinct," Derik replied. "How fast can you get here?"

Morgan's heart raced at the thought of facing Johnson again. But this time, she wouldn't let him get the upper hand. She'd make him talk, one way or another. "I'll be there in ten," she said, hanging up the phone.

Skunk jumped back into the backseat, and Morgan turned the car back toward the motel to drop Skunk off, then headed into the precinct. She couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal, but right now, catching the killer was her top priority. She'd deal with the FBI later.

But if someone truly did betray her, she'd find out who they were.

All in due time.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

When Morgan walked into the interrogation room, the man she saw sitting there certainly looked different from the flustered professor she'd seen at the school. An eerie calm had settled over him, and his beady, dark eyes glared at Morgan as she slid into the seat across from him.

"You came," he said.

"Of course." Morgan crossed her arms and leaned back in the chair. "Any particular reason you wanted to see me again?"

"You're the one who boldly came into my classroom and messed everything up," he said. "And I didn't expect you to chase me with your car."

Morgan laughed in a mocking way. Johnson offered a slightly amused smile back, but there was still that darkness in his eyes. Morgan couldn't forget Tiffany's statement, about how Johnson had made female students uncomfortable, going as far as to touch them without their consent. He was the lowest of the low, even if he was a "brilliant man," as Professor Asha had quoted.

"Let's just cut to the chase," Morgan said. "I know Nelly Swanson was your student. Did killing her give you the rush you needed to go after the other women?"

Johnson glowered. "I didn't kill anyone, certainly not Nelly Swanson. You don't have any proof."

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