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murmured.
                  "Maybe. Kyle said he also might have an idea about this Henderson person. And..."
                  "And what?" Anxiety pulled her features.
                  He hated dumping all this on her at once, but she deserved to know what they might be up against. "I noticed a car behind me on the way over here. The same car, three different times."
                  She shook her head. "What--"
                  "It's possible you're being tailed. I'll know better when we leave here."
                  "Tommy was right about that, too?" She sagged against the wall, her features wan and suddenly ravaged by fatigue.
                  Compassion and protectiveness swept through him. His first impulse was to put an arm around her, but he stayed where he was, giving her time to absorb it.
                  She stood quietly for a few moments, her fingers thrusting repeatedly through her hair. Fear, uncertainty skipped across her features then resignation. She straightened, her voice shaky. "I guess we'd better get going."
                  "You all right?"
                  "Yes." She wouldn't meet his eyes, and Rick couldn't stop the hard squeeze in his chest.
                  Fighting the vortex of memories, the emotion sucking at him, he pivoted and walked out of the room. "On our way out of town, I'll drop off these photos and have some copies made."
                  He didn't like the concern for her that chewed at him. He wanted space, needed it; instead he was spending the next three to four hours with her.
                  "Tomorrow I'll take Tommy's computer to the office, see if my contact can salvage anything useful off there. I'll also check out Tommy's current employer and his parole officer."
                  She nodded and followed him into the hallway, still looking shell-shocked.
                  "Could you write down the name of anyone else who might've been implicated in the scam he pulled, anyone who testified against him?"
                  "Sure," she said faintly.
                  His body humming with frustration and remembered passion, Rick waited on the lawn while she locked the front door, then walked toward his car. She halted uncertainty at the edge of the driveway.
                  His gaze shot between her car and his. It would be dark soon, but he'd made the drive south between Oklahoma City and Davis many times. The Department of Public Safety was more tolerant of his night blindness than the United States Air Force had been. Besides, he needed something to occupy his hands and his mind. Needed a release for the energy seething inside him, needed to feel the raw power of the 'Vette beneath him. "We'll take mine," he said gruffly.
                  She moved to the passenger side and opened the door before he could. Once inside, she shut her door with a loud click.
                  Gripping his keys so tightly they bit into his palm, Rick walked to the driver's side. Maybe he didn't need to take her to Davis. Maybe she'd be safe here. But could he risk it?
                  No. He slid behind the wheel and started the car, leashing the resentment churning inside him. He could tell himself he might feel the same caution for any client who was possibly being tailed by the mob, but this wasn't just any client. This was Katie.
                  And as much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny that seeing his old jersey had hit him hard. Or why.
                  The connection he and Katie had shared had been deeper than any he'd ever had. An ember had ignited in the secret part of him only ever occupied by Katie. A part he'd thought erased by years and resentment.
                  Inches away from her, webbed by her faint scent and the