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both.”
    He asked, “Were they both teenagers, too?”
    “Not at all. Susan Halloran was twenty-two. Leanne Grant, twenty-four.”
    “So why would he go after a fourteen-year-old?”
    “He didn’t. He was after me. Rather, he was after Morrigan, as I called myself online. I used a photo from several years ago, so that I would appear to be the correct age. He didn’t know a kid would show up.”
    “And yet he lured her away with him anyhow.”
    “I thought about it all night. I can’t figure it out. Angel has a type. Early twenties. Red hair. Sandy’s not it.”
    “He was probably pissed off that she fooled him and decided to teach her a lesson.”
    Camille made a choking sound.
    “Which might actually be in Sandy’s favor.” He could hope.
    “Tell that to her mother. Not that she would want to hear anything from me. Not that I even know her.”
    “How do you not know your neighbors?” Drago asked.
    “It’s a big city.”
    “I know my neighbors.” Maybe too well. Then, again, it gave him a sense of extended family.
    “I knew mine in the suburbs, but this is different. People around my place know each other if their kids go to school together, or if they attend the same church. There are no coffee klatches on my block.”
    Drago got the feeling that was perfectly fine with Camille. He remembered Justus saying she hadn’t bothered to look him up since he’d left the department. Did she have something against long-term relationships?
    He circled back to the issue. “Well, Sandy’s mother must be beside herself.”
    “And I wish I could do something about it. When I spoke to her last night, Gloria Kawecki was devastated. And rightly blames me.”
    “Not any more than you blame yourself.”
    “No.”
    “Which won’t get Sandy back.” He tightened his hold on the steering wheel. Even though he had to admit Camille was careless leaving her computer unprotected, it wouldn’t help things to chastise her. They had to keep positive, steady, thoughts clear. “You have to pull yourself out of whatever this is you’re in. You have to be on point every minute, because the clock is ticking.”
    “You think I don’t know that?”
    He felt her gaze sear him with a passion that had nothing to do with him. At this moment, on administrative leave or not, she was a cop. He recognized the intent. She was just like his brother had been. Was now. Justus might have gone his own way, but he was still a cop at heart.
    She seemed almost startled when he slowed in front of her bungalow. He could lie and say Justus had given him the address. He could tell her the truth. Or he could just let her guess.
    Choosing the last, he asked, “Garage?” Not surprisingly, there was no visible parking on the street within half a block of her place, and her car was still parked in front of the agency.
    “Around the corner, through the alley. I’m surprised you didn’t head straight there.”
    “I remember how much you like to be asked.”
    She flushed and turned her head away, making him smile.
    He remembered everything about her. The sex between them had gone from mindless on Friday night to hyperaware by Saturday morning. He’d asked and she’d answered. And by Sunday night, she’d had some tricks of her own to keep him glued to that hotel room.
    He remembered her having a way about her that he hadn’t been able to resist.
    On top of him, she curbs the speed and depth of their joining to make it last. Her gaze locks with his, and he loses himself in the green depths for a moment. She has him. He is hers. His heart is thundering. His body is building to an explosion of mind-bending proportions. But she’s still in control.
    Not for long, he decides. She’s going to come with him. He’ll make sure of it.
    He slips a hand between her thighs and finds her sweet spot…
    He was hard just thinking about it.
    When they’d left that hotel room, he’d known he didn’t want to forget one single moment with her despite what she