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and frowned, taking a quick look around.
Mess
might’ve been an understatement. Everything looked turned upside down. “You’d think
     cops would clean up after themselves,” she muttered.
    Sawyer snorted, shutting the door behind her. “They don’t get paid to put things back.”
     He moved toward the papers on the kitchen floor, but when Chloe went to help him,
     he shook his head at her. “I can clean up before Ash comes home. I’ll take the kitchen
     and see if anything stands out. You take the living room.”
    “Okay.”
    Chloe had just turned to go into the living room when she heard Sawyer growl, “Fucking
     hell.”
    She ran into the small kitchen, and when she saw what was there, she didn’t need him
     to explain. Blood drenched the laminate floor, the countertops, and even the refrigerator
     door. “Sawyer?”
    He stood with his back to her, stiff.
    “I’m fine,” he said after a few tense seconds, and turned to look at Chloe. A muscle
     in his jaw twitched, a telling sign that he wasn’t fine at all. “Let’s get what we
     can and find him. A cleaning crew can handle this once the cops have given the okay.”
    Chloe stood there in silence, desperate to reach out and comfort him. But she also
     knew that the best way to help Sawyer was to catch Travis. Confident she could do
     exactly that, she turned and headed back into the living room.
    The furnishings in Ashlyn’s small condo were typical of a twenty-two-year-old. The
     furniture didn’t match. A brown microfiber couch sat against the wall, an old television
     rested upon an antique stand, and a bookshelf holding movies rested along the other
     wall.
    Chloe looked under the couch cushions, then squeezed them back into place. There were
     no papers on the glass coffee table, but there was a laptop. She wondered why the
     police hadn’t taken it, but thought maybe the forensic team had checked it out on-site
     and decided that it didn’t hold any important information.
    She grabbed the laptop, opened it up, and dropped down onto the couch, pleased to
     find it was not password protected. Doing her best to find something, she went through
     Ashlyn’s emails; nothing of interest stood out there.
    “I’m not seeing anything of Travis’s in the kitchen,” Sawyer said as he entered the
     living room. “I checked out her bedroom. It doesn’t look like Travis lived here at
     all.”
    Chloe paused, her finger over the trackpad. “Did he live with her at some point?”
    Sawyer shrugged. “That I don’t know. Ash never said they’d moved in together. Besides,
     she’s got a good head on her shoulders—I can’t see her jumping into something so heavy
     like that. She’d only been seeing Travis for three months.”
    That statement reinforced Chloe’s worries about herself when it came to Sawyer. She,
     too, had a great head on her shoulders, and she prided herself on that. She didn’t
     want to be seen as stupid for jumping into bed with Sawyer after just breaking up
     with Josh, no matter that her body wanted to do exactly that.
    Chloe turned her attention back to the computer and opened up the Internet browser.
     She went through the Internet history for each day, but nothing stood out as a red
     flag. By all appearances, Ashlyn was a normal twenty-two-year-old.
    How in the hell did she get mixed up with Travis?
    Curious, she clicked the My Pictures folder. The first picture showed a guy with his
     arm wrapped around Ashlyn. “I’m guessing this is Travis?” She spun the laptop screen
     to Sawyer.
    He glared. “Yeah, that’s him.”
    Chloe turned the laptop back, beginning to understand Travis’s appeal. Blond, built
     like a brick house, with baby blue eyes, Travis was drop-dead gorgeous. His arm around
     Ashlyn seemed to be protective and loving. How could that have changed? Chloe wondered.
     All too often, people didn’t make sense.
    “You’re cute when you get focused.”
    Chloe’s head snapped up, finding Sawyer’s eyes