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better at the research and even better at investigating. Where he’s kind, I’m a bit harsh. I’m a get in, get out kind-of-guy. Sherwood worries about the victims on a different level than I do. I’m all about the job and he coddles the families. I guess that makes us a good team in that sense. The yin to his yang.
    The sun begins to rise over the skyline and Sherwood stirs. He rubs his tired, blue eyes and stretches his limbs. His long dirty blonde hair falls onto his forehead and he groggily pushes it away. Looking over with heavy lids, he mumbles, “Mornin’.”
    “Hey, Wood,” I say, using his nickname, pulling my sunglasses out of the glove compartment and sliding them onto my face. “How’d you sleep?”
    He clears his throat and sits up straight. “Good. Let me take over.” He reaches for the coffee I stopped to get about an hour ago at a truck stop just outside of Lexington, Nebraska. “Where are we?”
    “We just passed Kearney.”
    He nods. “So we have about seven hours until we get to Iowa City. Pull over, I’ll drive. You need sleep.”
    I swallow and look in my rearview mirror, my exhausted green eyes begging me for some rest. “Yeah. Okay.”
    Pulling The Sting to a halt against the gravel road, I hop out, making my way to the passenger side. Wood slaps my shoulder as he passes me and I grin.
    Once we’re settled in, Sherwood pulls back onto the highway and, before I know it, my lids fall heavy.
     

     
    The first thing I notice is her hair. The fiery redness entrances me. I can’t pull my eyes away. The second thing is her sunlight-yellow dress. It flows in the breeze against her ivory legs. Her mouth opens as if she’s saying something and she outstretches her hands toward me.
    I cup my ear with my hand. “What?”
    She opens her mouth again, her eyes in panic. I can’t hear her and she knows it.
    I shake my head. “What did you say?” This time I yell. Why can’t I hear her?
    I will my legs to move. Get closer to her. Help her.
    It’s as if there’s wet cement under my feet, I’m only able move a few inches. I stop short, her hands telling me to keep my distance. Her eyes narrow and she tilts her head with inquisitiveness. No longer worried about talking.
    Gold.
    Her eyes are the most hypnotic honey I’ve ever seen. Even though her eyes are only small slits, the gold shines through.
    Holy hell, she’s gorgeous.
    Her full, supple, pink lips purse as she watches me assess her.
    More like gawk at her.
    She shakes her head, not happy that I’m looking so deeply.
    I know it’s wrong to stare. It’s impolite and rude but I can’t stop myself. Her beauty engrosses me.
    Out of nowhere, the woman’s eyes widen in surprise and she fitfully points behind me. With the worry etched on her face, my body immediately whips around.
    I’m faced with a red-eyed demon, inches from my face, sneering a hateful grin.
    That’s when I finally hear her voice. “No!” she screams, stretching her hand to pull me back.
     

     
    I jolt, sitting up in the seat, drenched in sweat.
    “Whoa,” Wood says, giving me a quizzical look from the driver’s side. He straightens the wheel, apparently surprised by my odd wake-up. “What’s the deal?” He pushes his dusty blonde hair back and turns his eyes to the road.
    I let all of the air out of my lungs and wipe away the moisture covering my forehead. “Holy shit.”
    Wood’s nostrils flare. “What?”
    I take another breath and look out the window. What the hell was that about? I haven’t dreamt in years. Odd thing, I know, but I haven’t had a dream—that I remember—in quite some time. I’ve never dwelled on that too much because I figured it was just another one of my many quirks. I’ve always been the odd ball of the family. But the dream I just had? I can remember every little thing. Every minuscule detail. I’m not sure if I should be worried or relieved to finally be dreaming again.
    And the woman. Her beauty. Her inquisitiveness. Her