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and Miss Yates personally involved?”
    â€œWas he on the take?” another reporter shouted.
    â€œAs Detective Dubois said, my brother is innocent,” Special Agent Dubois stated. “Now, please move out of the way so we can do our jobs and find the real killer.”
    Crystal stared at the men as they rushed into the precinct. Something about Antwaun Dubois and the last man, Special Agent Dubois, triggered a memory. And the agent—his voice, she’d heard it before, she knew it, but she couldn’t place it….
    In fact, she was almost certain that she’d met both Antwaun and the agent.
    But how would she know a cop or a federal agent?
    * * *
    D R . R EGINALD P ACE COULD HARDLY stand the anticipation of knowing that he would unveil Crystal’s new face in the morning. He had sketched versions of each step in the rebuilding process on a specially designed medical computer program to craft her transition. She was going to be beautiful.
    He wanted to show her off to the world. Let them know that he was the first in his state to perform such an intricate surgery and that he was a genius in his field.
    The only problem was that he couldn’t reveal his work yet.
    Because he hadn’t exactly followed the book on this one.
    He wiped at a drop of perspiration trickling from his scalp into his hair. Didn’t matter. Crystal was his now. He had made her.
    He had stood by her side when others had been repulsed. He’d soothed her in the darkest of hours and held her hand to his chest just to let her know that a breathing, living man cared for her.
    Soon he would tell her that he loved her as well.
    Then she would return the sentiment, and they would make love and all would be right with the world. When he’d won her completely over as his wife, then she’d sign the papers stating that she’d agreed to the face transplant, and that he was the man who had given her back her life.
    Then he would be famous.
    He tapped a series of keys that brought up the image of what his Crystal would look like when he finally unveiled her face, and blood surged through his cock. Exhilarated, he unzipped his pants, freed himself and slid his hand around his length. Soon he would give her the present of his seed. Then they could breed more Paces who would lend their genius to the world.
    For now, he’d content himself with the image of her face as he gave himself release. But even as he did, he closed his eyes and envisioned himself pouring his come into her mouth.
    In the images, he reveled in the blissful smile on her exquisite new face. And he silently thanked the dead woman for her part in it all.
    * * *
    D AMON CURSED . They were officially arresting Antwaun. Arguing that they had no body didn’t help. The lieutenant must have evidence he wasn’t sharing.
    Even with Damon being a federal agent and Jean-Paul a detective with the NOPD, they had to push to see their brother.
    Lieutenant Phelps was worried about how a private meeting would look to Internal Affairs. The mayor had called, the chief of police, even the governor of the state, ordering that justice be served for the vicious way in which the young woman had died. A screwup with the brothers, and the Dubois men would be pulled off the case.
    And neither Damon nor Jean-Paul trusted their brother’s destiny to the fates.
    Or the local police, who might have a crooked cop in their midst.
    Had Kendra Yates discovered a cop on the take? Was her work related to her death, or had she been murdered by some kind of deranged sicko like the Swamp Devil?
    Who had Antwaun pissed off so badly they’d frame him for murder?
    Jean-Paul had phoned Jason Dryer, an attorney, who joined him and Damon in the small room. Dryer grilled Antwaun for the truth, while Damon and Jean-Paul watched silently.
    â€œAll right, Antwaun.” Damon braced his legs apart, then leaned over with his elbows on them, hands clasped. “Come on, tell us