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piece of paper she handed him was a phone number to a dating escort service that boasted confidentiality for players who liked to live life on the edge. “Now, what do you think that means?” she asked Chad.
    “I don’t know, but I’d say we’d better find out. Say we pay the friends over at Date or Do Me Nicely a visit.”
    “I don’t know if we should go busting in as cops. This isn’t your average dating service.”
    “You think someone ought to go in undercover and do some fishing?” Chad asked.
    Holly nodded.
    “Who?”
    Holly pointed at him.
    “Oh, no. Besides, don’t you think we might find out a little more if we send a woman in?”
    Holly slumped back in Shannon’s chair and sighed. “I’ll send in Maureen.”
    “You can’t do that. She just gave a press conference. Her face will be all over tonight’s newscasts. Trust me, people don’t forget someone who looks like Maureen.”
    “Fine. I’ll do it.”
    “No time like the present.”
    “Now?”
    “You want to solve this thing, don’t you?”
    “You’re a real pain in the ass. Grab a crew and let’s head out.”
    “Good idea.”
    Holly watched as Chad left the bedroom. She bagged the separate sections of mail, let out a long breath, and shook her head. The voice in her head screamed at her that this was about to get very, very interesting. And possibly very, very ugly.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Exhaustion settled in as Holly shimmied into the Lycra red dress. Wow, that was attractive. She noticed her breasts were nearly popping out the front as if she’d just appeared in a photo shoot for a Victoria’s Secret Catalog. Somehow, though, she didn’t think her 5’4” frame would’ve worked as a sexy model. But she would have to throw caution to the wind and step out in this instance. Somewhere a killer was waiting for his next set of victims, if he hadn’t already found them, and Holly knew it was up to her to find the sadistic madman.
    Regardless, this really was the last thing she wanted to be doing at almost five o’clock. That drink was calling her name. But it was at least a good hour away. She had already put in a call to Brendan letting him know that she might be later than expected. He didn’t seem put off by it, and said that he’d get the girls to bed if need be, as it was a school night. That familiar pang of guilt hit her in the center of her gut. Another child’s parent shouldn’t be putting her child to bed. She knew that it was her duty. Right now, what choice did she have? And she knew the truth of the matter was that if any other parent was going to be putting Chloe to bed, she’d just as soon have it be Brendan O’Neil. The thought made her bite her bottom lip, close her eyes, and pray she could fight the lust welling inside her. The care he gave to his children and her own daughter made Brendan even more appealing.
    She walked into the squad room. Robb let out a low, long whistle. “Well you won’t make Supermodel of the Year, but I’d do you.”
    Holly looked him square in the eye and said, “Carpenter, you make one more sexist, chauvinistic remark to me today, tomorrow, or ever, for that matter, I’ll serve you with a sexual harassment suit so fast your dick won’t ever want to do another woman again. You’ll hate my kind so much, you’ll go homo on all of us.”
    Robb’s face reddened. He looked as if he was about to comment when Chad said, “I wouldn’t, pal.”
    “I’m out of here. You two can handle this the rest of the day. I’ve got to head back over to the McKay’s neighborhood and speak to a few more neighbors,” Robb said coolly.
    “And we will miss you,” Holly shot back. She placed her hands over her heart and batted her eyes.
    Robb stormed out of the office. Chad shook his head at her. “You two are terrible.”
    “Hey, he started it, and if he can’t take the heat, it’s not my problem. He’s one of those who can only dish it out. I don’t care what he thinks. Let’s head out and