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plans had changed and his boss was going to have to be informed. He dialed quickly, waiting impatiently for Kane Dougherty to pick up. Owner of Information Unlimited, Kane had founded the business two years ago and pulled Jackson on board shortly after.
    “Dougherty here.”
    “It’s Jackson.”
    “I thought you were at a friend’s wedding.”
    “It’s over.”
    “And you felt compelled to check in with me?”
    “I ran into some trouble.”
    “If you’re going to ask me to bail you out, forget it. I’ve got plans.”
    “No need to post bail, but I’m not going to be back Monday like I’d planned. I’ve got some personal business to take care of.”
    “When will you be back?” Kane asked, not demanding further detail. That was no surprise. Kane was a tenacious investigator but never stuck his nose into his employees’ business.
    “A week or two.”
    “You going to be able to work the cases you’ve been assigned, or should I call someone in to cover for you?”
    “There’s nothing on my docket that I can’t work on long-distance,” Jackson responded as he pulled into the airport parking lot and followed Morgan to the long-term parking garage. If she knew he was following, she gave no indication of it, just drove slowly through the crowded lot until she found an empty spot.
    “That’s fine then. I may have another case for you this week. You want it, or do you want me to pass it on to Skylar?”
    “It depends on the case.”
    “It’s another missing person case. A mother looking for a son she lost contact with a dozen years ago. Lady has just been diagnosed with cancer.”
    “I should be able to handle things from Washington.”
    “Washington?”
    “I’m flying there in an hour.”
    “Check in with me Tuesday. I’ll update you on the new case then.”
    “Sounds good. Talk to you then.” Jackson hung up and pulled into a parking spot a half dozen yards away from Morgan. She seemed completely oblivious to his presence as she yanked a small rolling carry-on case from the trunk of her car and started walking toward the airport terminal.
    Jackson had a feeling she wasn’t. She’d survived a brutal attack, escaped two armed men. There was no way she didn’t realize she’d been followed from the church.
    He covered the distance between them quickly, saw her tense as he matched pace with her shorter stride.
    “Need some help with the bag?”
    “No. And I’d appreciate it if you’d stop following me.” She didn’t bother looking his way, just kept focusing straight ahead, her silky hair swinging as she moved. It was touchable hair. The kind Jackson could imagine running his fingers through if he let himself.
    “That would make it a little difficult for me to do my job.”
    “You don’t have a job. At least not one that involves me.”
    “I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on that,” he said, smiling as she glared in his direction.
    “Has anyone ever told you that you’re infuriating?”
    “My sister used to.”
    “She doesn’t anymore?”
    “If she were still alive she probably would.” And after two and a half years, the truth of her death was as fresh and ugly as it had been the day Jackson had learned that his older sister had been murdered.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”
    “How could you have?”
    She shrugged, her hair brushing against the slim column of her neck. Dark, oversize sunglasses hid her eyes but did little to draw attention away from her bruises. They were dark blue and green against her tan skin, and Jackson wanted to take her to the nearest hospital and make sure she stayed there until she recovered. “I’m still sorry. You must miss her a lot.”
    “I do. Lindsey was a great person,” Jackson said, knowing that words could never adequately describe his oldest sister. Sweet, funny and intelligent, she’d loved passionately and without reservation. In the end, it was love that had been her undoing.
    “Were the two of you