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wall, then pressed himself against her …
    “Yeah. For some reason, that doesn’t surprise me,” Nia muttered, her voice low and soft. Then she cleared her throat. “Look, I’m sorry to be calling so late. I just wanted to … well …”
    Her voice trailed off.
    Law cocked a brow and leaned back against the wall. “You wanted to what?” he asked when her silence stretched from a few seconds into nearly a minute.
    “I … shit. Has anything else, um, weird happened in Ash since, well, you know, that shithead died?”
    “Weird.” Law ran his tongue along his teeth and tried to get his brain to think about something
beyond
the physical images. But he wasn’t having much luck. “Define weird.”
    She muttered under her breath and then abruptly said, “You know what? Forget it.”
    And just like that, she hung up.

CHAPTER
FOUR
     
    D EFINE WEIRD
, he tells her.
    Nia was still trying to decide if Law Reilly had been trying to piss her off or if he’d been serious.
    Weird was
weird
. What was there to define? But screw it. She’d just check things out herself. And that was what she was doing, why she’d spent the past eleven-something hours on her bike, driving from home to Ash, the small town almost an hour outside of Lexington.
    She wanted answers—she’d get them. Wasn’t like she had anything better to do, not really. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate, and it was finally starting to show in her work, as evidenced by the fact that the last job she’d tried to get, they’d given it to somebody with half her experience, half her talent. But more heart, that much Nia could admit. She had no heart left, not for this at least.
    She’d spent so many years building her career in photojournalism, but lately, all she was doing was flushing it down the drain. She didn’t give a damn, either.
    She had to find closure, find some way to make herself accept this, or her life, as she knew it at least, was just going to stay in limbo. So she was back here. Whetheror not she’d stay for long, Nia didn’t know. But the trouble had started here, so this was where she would start.
    For now.
    This was … unexpected.
    He watched from the café as she rode into town. He’d seen her before. But the last time she’d been in town had been months ago … not long before things had come to a head.
    Everything was over now. Why was she here? Why now?
    For reasons that he couldn’t really understand, the sight of her had him … twitchy.
    “One hell of a bike, huh?”
    He glanced over as a couple of deputies came out. Giving them a smile, he shrugged and said, “I guess. I don’t know much about motorcycles.”
    “I bet it would be a hell of a ride,” Ethan Sheffield said, a wide, wicked grin on his face. “The bike. The babe.”
    Kent Jennings, a member of the city’s finest, smacked Ethan in the back of the head. “Your wife would kill you—over the bike
and
the babe. And you wouldn’t consider either of them—you’re too damn whipped.”
    “Yeah. But I can think … right?”
    Joking with the rest of them, he still watched her, watched as she pulled up in front of the sheriff’s office … watched.
    Wondered.
    “Okay, Joely … I’m trying,” she muttered, climbing off her bike and staring up at the courthouse.
    Nia could all but feel the eyes crawling all over her as she started toward the sheriff’s office. She knew she wouldn’t find Dwight Nielson in there. She’d attendedhis funeral, although she’d kept to the back and left without speaking to a soul.
    What she’d known of the guy, she had liked. It bothered her that the guy who had killed her cousin had cut such a wide swath of death. A sheriff, a deputy, her cousin … and he’d almost killed Hope Carson, as well. If it wasn’t for the sheriff, Hope would have died, too, probably.
    Hope had survived, though. She’d survived and because of the sheriff, the son of a bitch Carson was dead in the ground.
    Still, it