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gate then getaway by car or via the lake by boat. Let’s check the fence
     for cuts, Mick.”
    “Already did. We found three. One there by the dock, one off to the side”—she pointed away from the building—“and one on the
     same side as the girl was found. We’ll test the wire for oxidation to determine when each cut in the fence was made.”
    Olivia looked way up. A security camera was mounted on the corner pole of the fence. “You heard about the cameras?”
    “Yeah.” Micki looked very unhappy. “Frickin’ inside job.”
    “We’re getting the personnel records,” Kane said. “How hard would it have been to turn off the cameras?”
    “Don’t know yet. I’ll get Sugar to check out their system and let you know.” Sugar was Micki’s electronics guru.
    “Detectives? You wanted to talk to the firefighter who pulled the girl out?”
    Micah Barlow was rounding the building, a firefighter at his side, and any hope she’d held when she’d seen fire truck L21
     fizzled away. Her heart squeezed so hard that she sucked in a sharp, involuntary breath. Few men walked like he did. No man
     looked like that as he did so. No man had the right to look like that.
    He was big, the firefighter—at least three inches taller than Barlow who was at least six feet tall himself. The bright CSU
     spotlights shone on a face grimy and streaked with sweat, but no amount of dirt could change the fact that he was the most
     beautiful man she’d ever seen. Or could ever hope to see again.
Goddamn him for that alone
.
    Of course he’d been on duty tonight. Of course he’dbeen the firefighter to find the victim, to try to save her, to be smart enough to keep key evidence intact.
    Of course he was the one man she hadn’t wanted to see, tonight or any other night. Because he’d gone to great lengths to keep
     from seeing her.
Seven months
. He’d moved to Minneapolis seven months ago, but there hadn’t been a single phone call or e-mail. For months she’d wondered
     why he’d come here. Now she didn’t care.
    She steeled her spine. Summoning a tone she hoped to hell sounded casually friendly, she stepped forward. “David Hunter. Long
     time, no see. How are you?”
    For a moment, David’s smooth gait seemed to hitch, but when he spoke he sounded only mildly surprised. “Olivia. Good to see
     you.”
    Barlow’s brows lifted and Olivia didn’t even need to look at Kane to know his had done the same. “You know each other?” Barlow
     asked.
    “We have mutual friends,” Olivia said with a calmness that was a complete facade. Her heart was pounding so hard it was all
     she could hear, just as it had every other time she’d seen him. None of which had obviously meant anything to him. None of
     which mattered right now. “Kane, you remember Mr. Hunter? He’s Eve’s friend.”
    And Eve was Olivia’s friend. It was Eve who’d told her that David had decided to move to the Twin Cities. Eve who’d told her
     David got a job with the fire department. And Eve who had ceased giving updates because it was obvious Olivia no longer cared.
    “Of course I remember,” Kane said, cautiously, Olivia thought. “How’s the arm?”
    The arm that had fractured seven months before when Pit-Guy forced David off the road, thinking it was Eve driving the car.
     He’d been in the hospital, one of the lasttimes Olivia had seen him. David raised his arm, rotating it a few times. “Good as new. Thanks.”
    Enough of this
. “Sergeant Barlow said you found the girl,” she said, more curtly than she’d intended.
    David flinched, his throat working as he swallowed hard. “We were too late. She was already dead.”
    And that hurt him, it was easy to see. Against her better judgment, Olivia met his gray eyes and saw the raw misery there,
     and her pounding heart hurt for him. She saw death every day. Luckily, he did not. “There wasn’t anything you could do, David,”
     she murmured. “She wasn’t supposed to be in there. Nobody