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not what I heard.”
    Kara turned to give Agent Griffin the full force of her perfected glare, while wondering what exactly he’d heard about her relationship with Davis.
    “Whatever you’ve been told, Agent Griffin, it’s wrong.”
    Sean Griffin’s mouth opened and shut for a full minute, resembling a fish out of water, and then he quietly stepped around to the side of the house with Buster following close on his heels to keep an eye on him.
    Kara heard Ryan laugh. “You’ve changed, Kara. You’re not that innocent, small-town girl anymore. All wide-eyed and head-over-heels in love with your boss.”
    She took a step closer so that only he could hear what she had to say.
    “Let’s get one thing straight here. I know you never liked me so you can drop the act. I’m sorry about Rachel, truly I am. For Davis’s sake, I wish I could help you with the case but I don’t have the gift anymore. It’s gone.”
    That he didn’t believe her became instantly clear. Ryan doubted her abilities in the beginning. Now he didn’t believe her lack of them. Instead of calling her a liar, he shoved the folder he held out to her but Kara stepped away.
    The photos spilled to the ground at their feet. Crime scene photos. Gruesome photos.
    She couldn’t stop herself from looking, even though she tried. Rachel’s naked body, tortured and mutilated, wearing the Angel’s signature white silk scarf around her eyes. Her throat had been slashed along with other, more deviant forms of torture. Her death would have been welcomed at that point. Rachel’s hands had been untied postmortem. Kara could see the rope marks clearly. Now, they lay crossed in front of her chest, holding a spray of white lilacs.
    Everything about the crime scene resembled the Death Angel’s MO. But this case had one thing different from the original Angel victims. Rachel wasn’t wealthy. She didn’t come from a moneyed background.
    “Was there a quote from the Bible?” Kara asked, unable to stop the question.
    “Yes, the one from Exodus. The one about the Death Angel. The same as in the original Angel case.”
    “But they’re not the same. Rachel and the others—they aren’t the same.”
    “I thought you didn’t have the gift anymore,” he said with a smug smile.
    “I don’t—”
    “Then how do you know there were others? Nice try, Kara. You still have it. Even if you don’t want it.”
    “You’re wrong. And now I’d like you both to leave.”
    Ryan appeared to grow more frustrated at her answer before finally accepting he couldn’t demand her help.
    “All right. I can’t force you, can I? Do you mind if I use your restroom before we leave? It’s a long drive back to town.” He didn’t wait for her answer but stepped inside the house, slamming the screen door.
    Kara held her breath, praying he wouldn’t see the photos of Ava scattered around the house. Living on the reservation had its benefits. Not the least was the sense of security she felt. The crime rate out there was next to nonexistent. Kara rarely locked her door while jogging.
    Please don’t let him figure it out.
    She stood silently ignoring Agent Griffin, while listening to his attempt at making nice with Buster. She couldn’t keep from smiling. Sean Griffin didn’t know this but until Kara gave the word, he would remain Buster’s enemy.
    Ryan walked out of the house a short time later. Kara searched his expression for some sign he might have discovered her secret, but Ryan had once again perfected the Bureau’s blank stare. He walked past her to the driver’s door of the SUV without saying a word. Agent Griffin moved to the passenger side.
    “Tell Davis I’m sorry, okay?”
    Ryan nodded then got into the Suburban.
    “It’s good to see you again, Kara. And I mean that. Take care of yourself.” With those parting words still hanging between them, Ryan put the Suburban in reverse, turned it around on the dirt drive and sped away.
    Leaving the photos of the dead