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    She’d just added a security system—nothing too fancy, she actually hoped to some day catch the darling little psychopath in action—thinking she’d have a few days privacy away from Morgan’s prying eyes and ears and hands all over Jenna’s stuff.  
    “Don’t you ever get tired of watching?” Jenna asked as she walked into the bedroom. As promised, Morgan had left a tumbler of bourbon on the dresser and Jenna's favorite low-cut black dress and fuck-me heels on the bed. “I’d think a girl like you would want to come out and play in person.”
    “Don’t worry, you’re on my to-do list. Just not at the top. Besides, I’d miss our little chats.”
    Little chats that came day and night, interrupting Jenna when she was working, sleeping, eating. And people wondered why she’d started drinking and picking up men. It was the only way to get Morgan out of her head for at least a little while.
    Jenna carried the tumbler out to the kitchen, dumped its contents—who knew what fun stuff Morgan had added?—and rinsed it out before putting it in the dishwasher.  
    “We can chat all you want as soon as I have you behind bars,” she told Morgan in a falsely chipper tone.
    It was damned hard work trying to track and trap a psychopath like Morgan. She might not be very old, but she was cunning. A few times Jenna had come close to nabbing her while Morgan was stalking Lucy, but every time Morgan had slipped away.
    Saint Lucy didn’t have a clue Morgan was obsessed with her. But Jenna knew Morgan would never let Lucy go—not after Lucy had caught Morgan’s serial killer father and ended Morgan’s fun. Jenna had watched Lucy for almost two weeks before she spotted Morgan. Unfortunately, Morgan had also spotted her and pulled Jenna into her web of deceit.  
    In addition to tormenting Jenna day and night with phone calls and text messages, Morgan invaded Jenna’s home on a routine basis.  She also sent Jenna anonymous photos of Lucy and Lucy’s family, daring Jenna to warn Lucy and send Morgan on a killing spree.   
    Jenna had forged a desperate pact with Morgan: the teen psychopath looked without touching while Jenna hunted her without telling Lucy the truth about the danger she and her family were in. It was a race to the finish. The only question was: who would be left standing in the end?
    “Don’t you feel guilty?” Morgan asked as if she could follow Jenna’s thoughts. “Using Lucy as bait? She’s your friend, right? I never had a friend like that. Her daughter is almost my age, I’ll bet she’d make a good friend.”
    “We talked about this,” Jenna said, her tone reminding her of her own mother’s. She hated when Morgan got all adolescent whiny on her, but it was better than when she acted superior and played power games. Everything was a game with Morgan, you just had to understand what the rules were. Playing the game was the only leverage Jenna had with Morgan, which didn’t leave her much in a way of trump cards. “You go near Lucy’s daughter, I’ll end this. You’ll never get near Lucy then.”
    Lucy could take care of herself. But no way would Jenna jeopardize Megan. Even if Megan's mother had almost gotten Jenna killed.  
    “Maybe.” Morgan’s pout carried through the airwaves loud and clear. “But I get so bored just watching you trying to find me. Really, Jenna, you’re a trained federal agent. Can’t you find one little girl? I think you have been drinking too much. And all those men, a different one every night. Did you tell Lucy’s husband about them at any of your sessions? He’s so dreamy. I wish he were my doctor.”
    Jenna’s stomach clenched. She’d begun seeing Nick Callahan after failing her psych eval as a way to keep tabs on him—and through him, Lucy. He thought he was treating Jenna for Post Traumatic Stress, but really, Jenna was treating herself with booze and sex. Dangerous, spontaneous, anonymous sex. So much better than talking. Especially