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    After Hunter shut his bedroom door, Sally blurted, “Trent knows I found out about his cocaine stash. He confronted me about the missing papers.” She shivered and rubbed her bare arms. “I thought he was gonna kill me. I ran outta there without my stuff.”
    Hunter came closer and wrapped her in a reassuring hug. “You can borrow some stuff from my step sister later. Right now, let’s sit. Fill me in.”
    “Oh right.” She chuckled. “Like your step sister’s gonna lend me clothes after I ruined her night with you. Wait a minute, you’re sleeping with your step sister? Fayette, you kinky bastard.”
    Hunter waved her off. “I’ll get you some clothes. Don’t worry about it. Now, enough about my sex life. Let’s stay focused, huh?”
    He pointed to the bed and she sat on one corner. His partner looked absolutely exhausted, and he wondered when she’d last eaten. Dark circles ringed her eyes. She’d found out months ago her crooked cop boyfriend, Trent Farrow, was part of a corrupt RCMP cocaine trafficking ring. She and Hunter worked on the force as patrol partners, and recently Sally had discovered the house where her boyfriend and his cronies were storing their drugs. She’d shown Hunter the deed to the place, which proved Trent was the owner, and they’d made a plan to anonymously hand over the evidence to the police chief.
    “So I had to break into Chief Pritchard’s car,” Sally was saying, after she told Hunter how Trent chased her from the house. “Thank god Pritchard is old school and drives a beat up Ford with no alarm, or I’ve been so screwed.”
    Hunter’s heart skipped a beat. “Shit, are you positive you didn’t leave fingerprints?”
    Sally remained calm. “Definitely. I wore gloves for everything, of course! And when I showed you the deed the other day, we only touched the folder it was in. Not the paper itself. I transferred the deed to a new folder.” She smiled proudly then, but the expression held a weariness that seemed to weigh down the corners of her lips.
    “That’s why you’re the brains of this operation.” He beamed at her and stroked her arm in a show of admiration. “But they could take glove prints.”
    “No worries. I disposed of the gloves I used and the leftover coke baggie, too. I transferred the coke to a vial. Then I left the house deed and the coke I found on the seat,” she finished explaining how she left the evidence in Chief Pritchard’s car. “Let’s just hope no one other than the chief looks in his car this morning.”
    “You should be working in forensics.” He winked at her.
    She preened appropriately, playing his game. They did this back and forth as patrol partners often. It was a great way to pass boring hours on foot or car patrol, wiling away time while they worked their way toward the homicide unit.
    But truth was Hunter did have deeper feelings for Sally. Maybe not in the same way he did Mickie, but then he’d never let himself see Sally that way, as a potential lover, because he knew she was in a relationship. Even if it was a terrible one. And he’d always concentrated more on being a friend to her through Trent’s bullshit than he did making moves on her. It just seemed inappropriate to Hunter, giving the circumstances. Like he’d be taking advantage of her.
    Now, though, if she’d be staying with him for a while, they would be spending even more time together. And if Mickie, his step sister, decided to go with his Lothario rock star brother…
    But Mickie said she wanted you, loved you , his mind taunted him. He argued back at himself, Not love, she didn’t say love, did she?  
    Hunter shook his head and focused on the important situation at hand. “So what now? The evidence is planted. We’ve kept our fingers clean…” He got up, pacing as he often did when he planned. “I’d say our best way of playing this is to wait, see if we did in fact keep our fingers as clean as we think we did. Maybe one of us will