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but it didn’t make them any less true. Tyler couldn’t explain it. It just was.
    “What I haven’t told you is I’d think about her and want her to call, and she would. Whenever I needed to hear from her, she called. And sometimes she was just a whisper in my mind telling me what I needed to hear.” He didn’t add she’d tell him he wasn’t alone. He was now.
    Utterly, desperately alone.
    “She’s gone. It’s as if she was inside of me, and now I’m empty.”
    At a loss, Sam opened his mouth to say something, but stopped and closed it with a frown. Next, he tried to make Tyler feel better. “Maybe this isn’t as bad as we think. I mean, what does the press really know? We used a psychic and her name is Morgan. You met her in Texas. That isn’t a lot of information to go on. It isn’t like they’re going to find her and plaster her face all over the news. Stewart made himself look like an idiot. The only thing he accomplished was telling the press the police had done all the real investigative work, and we came in and used the word of a psychic to take over their case and tie it up like a bow without any evidence. You know it will all come out in the wash.”
    Tyler remained quiet and seeped in his own thoughts—or lack thereof, since Morgan refused, or couldn’t, answer his silent plea to come back.
    “The police chief is probably ripping Stewart a new one right now for blowing your cover. Davies will make sure his ass gets handed to him on a platter,” Sam coaxed.
    “That’s something, at least.” Tyler shrugged. “I know the case is sound. The press doesn’t have any more information on Morgan than we do. What I can’t explain is why it upset her like that? I also can’t explain that I know in my gut that somehow we’ve opened up a can of worms, and those worms are rotten. I think we just put her in danger. I don’t know how to fix this, or how to protect her from something I can’t even explain.” He kicked his desk drawer in frustration.
    “Why do you think she’s in danger?”
    “I don’t know. It’s a feeling. Remember when we were working the Silver Fox case, when you met Elizabeth?”
    Sam would never forget that case. He’d met the love of his life and almost gotten her killed, twice. “What’s that got to do with now? The Silver Fox is dead.”
    “Remember the message from Morgan to you? Mind your back . Not watch your back , but mind your back , and that funny feeling you get creeping up your spine when something isn’t right. Right now, I’m minding my gut. Something isn’t right.”
    “You’re creeping me out. Hell, you’re starting to sound like her.”
    “Yeah, well let’s hope I’m not any more psychic today than yesterday. I hope I’m just overreacting to that asshole giving out information that has nothing to do with the arrests we made last night. Maybe I need a good night’s sleep. I’m completely wrung out.”
    He put his hands over his face and scrubbed the heels of his palms over his eyes.
    “Shit.” Sam ran his hand through his hair, looking as frustrated and drained as Tyler felt.
    “My sentiments exactly.” Davies came up behind Sam. “Let’s move this into my office.”
    Once they closed the office door, all the men took a moment to gather their thoughts and mentally review the scene that had played out on the steps of city hall.
    Davies took the lead to get him and Sam back on track. “This case is officially closed. The press surrounding Morgan will die down. In the end, it isn’t a big deal that the FBI used a psychic to solve the case. The evidence will stand up in court. Period.
    “The press may have Tyler’s name, but they will not show his face on TV. His cover remains sound.
    “Tyler, I can see you’re upset about Detective Stewart showboating it today with the press and outing you and Morgan. In retrospect, I’m sure you’d agree there isn’t really any damage done, except that we looked like we couldn’t solve this case