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Alexander stalked out, striding toward them.
    Karissa leapt up, wringing her hands as she searched the warrior’s stoic face. “You aren’t happy.”
    Alexander grabbed her elbow, urging her back into her seat in the corner. “And you need to keep your abilities in check.”
    “So he does have power,” Logan said.
    Alexander looked around, then took two giant steps over the kids who’d taken to wrestling on the floor and grabbed another chair from between two sweatpant-clad men who looked and smelled like they hadn’t showered in days. He came back over, the chair’s metal legs grinding on the dirty tile as he set it down and then plopped into it.
    “Damn cop. I couldn’t get within ten feet of him without him eyeing me suspiciously.”
    “Could you tell what his gift was?” Karissa perched on the edge of her seat, her voice low enough to not carry past their small circle.
    “No idea. I’m not sure he knows either. He was puzzled by me, but he never once said or did anything to indicate he even subconsciously acknowledged his own power.”
    “Are you going to be able to help Roland or should I start looking for another lawyer?”
    “I think things should be okay. Right now we’re in a holding pattern. The witness who placed him at the bar with Thomas Rhodes and provided them with the sketch isn’t going to be here for another half hour, so they’re going to keep him until she arrives in order to do a lineup.”
    “Can they make him?”
    “Unfortunately, yes. Lineups, fingerprints, blood samples…none of these are considered a violation of rights as it is physical evidence and he has not been asked to provide testimonial or communicate self-incrimination.”
    “That’s…that’s…”
    “How the system works.” He shrugged. “Don’t worry. It’s been months since she was in that bar and she’d had enough to drink that any identification is going to be questionable.”
    “Still…”
    Alex patted her shoulder. “We should have him out of here soon. Detective Ward isn’t actually the lead detective on this case, but once both witness and lead are here and the lineup is done, we should be able to process Roland through and get him out with the standard don’t-leave-town bullshit.”
    Logan leaned forward to ask another question when he caught sight of a head of flyaway brown curls through the dividing glass separating those who’d been screened for weapons from those coming in off the streets. He didn’t even have to look at her face to place her. He knew. Jessica Waters. She didn’t hesitate, striding toward the front desk clerk like she was more than familiar with the place like, shit, maybe she worked here.
    “Logan?”
    Karissa’s voice, questioning, brought Logan’s attention back around. He cleared his throat, carefully keeping his head turned away from the front foyer. “We may have a problem.”
    “Oh?” Alex twisted in his seat, then immediately snapped back around, leaning forward on his knees. “Crap. That can’t be her, can it?”
    Logan nodded.
    “Just how good was that memory wipe you did on her?”
    Karissa sat straighter, her brown eyes widening. “Memory wipe?”
    Logan patted her knee. “Nothing big. Just one of those wrong place/wrong time things.” He turned toward Alexander. “And it’s not a wipe. Just a shield.”
    “I don’t care what you and your dad call it. I want to know if it worked. And if it will continue to work if she sees us.”
    “It did. It should.” As long as he or Alexander didn’t do anything to set off any internal bells. Like, say, have prolonged periods of interaction with her.
    Shit. He should’ve looked closer at her ID, found out what precinct she worked at and what she did there.
    Not homicide. She couldn’t be homicide. That would be too …yeah. It would be how his luck was running.
    Alexander grunted. “Stay here, keep your head down. I’m going to see how much longer this is going to take.”
    With a grimace Alexander