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results.”
    â€œMaybe. Oh, she was naked when she was found, except for a rosary around her neck. The girl’s mother said she’s never seen it before and they weren’t particularly religious.”
    â€œShit. That could be the killer’s signature.”
    â€œAnd where we’ve got a signature, we’ve got a bigger problem.”
    â€œSerial killer.” God, that’s all the city needed.
    â€œCould be. I guess I’ll do some investigating on this while you’re busy playing slap and tickle with our Daisy Duke.”
    â€œShe ever hear you call her that?”
    â€œNot a chance.”
    â€œMight want to keep it that way.”
    Taylor’s chuckle drifted behind him as he turned and left. Why did he get stuck diddling at the country club trying to find missing rich people, and his partner got handed something every homicide detective dreamed of? Not that he wanted innocent folks to get killed. Hell, no. But there were monsters all over, and Shane’s job was to catch them. He simply wanted to do what he did best, what he’d been trained for.
    A guy couldn’t win ’em all. He’d have to find the missing twenty-somethings and put the mystery to rest as fast as possible. Then he could assist Taylor on this new case.
    In the meantime, he had dinner to plan for a certain hot cop.
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    Daisy turned down the long driveway and admired the scenery. Shane’s house sat on a few treed acres on the river. The place was rustic, with a wide wrap-around porch and a view that must’ve cost a mint.
    Then again, she’d heard that Shane and his twin sister had inherited the prime riverfront property from their parents. Shane had built his home a few years ago, whereas Shea and her new husband, Tommy, had built theirs recently on the lot next to Shane’s. Daisy tried to imagine living on such a fabulous place and found it was easy to picture. Not that she’d ever get the chance.
    The idea depressed her some. Shaking off the blues, she parked in front, got out of her car, and walked to the front porch. Ascending the steps slowly, she gathered her nerves and finally rang the bell. She only had to wait a few moments, and the door swung open.
    The detective was standing there dressed down in nice, dark blue track pants and a matching T-shirt that molded nicely to his chest. His hair was shiny and clean, perfect to run her fingers through. He smiled and stepped aside.
    â€œCome in. I’ve got dinner cooking, and it won’t be long before it’s ready.”
    â€œIt smells great,” she said with enthusiasm. “What’s on the menu?”
    â€œGrilled chicken with angel hair pasta and my homemade marinara. I didn’t know what you’d like, and it seemed a safe bet.”
    â€œYum. Sounds heavenly and I’m starved.”
    â€œLet me take your jacket and purse.”
    â€œOh, thanks.” Unfailingly polite, he helped her off with the jacket, then took it and her bag, placing them on the rich leather sofa. He was a gentleman, had money, was smart,
and
he could cook. Could the man be more perfect?
    Except for having about a dozen girlfriends. That kind of sucked.
    Still, a low tingle buzzed her nerves from being in his house.
Alone with him at last.
And it had merely taken a bit more than a decade and some unforeseen circumstances for it to happen.
    â€œWould you like a glass of wine?” he asked.
    â€œWell, we’re sort of working . . .”
    â€œSort of, but we’re not on the clock. A glass or two won’t hurt, I think.”
    â€œOkay, you talked me into it.” She smiled, thinking he could probably talk her into a lot of things that weren’t good for her. Especially while viewing porn on the Internet.
    â€œGreat!”
    She followed him into the kitchen where he fetched two glasses and a bottle of Cabernet. He made quick work of the cork with