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behind.
    Kara couldn’t look at them. She listened to the Suburban as it made its way along the dirt road leading out of the reservation. Then she began walking, slowly at first, but when that didn’t extinguish their voices, she started running. Before long, her footsteps raced across the open desert with only the sound of her labored breathing and Buster’s thundering gallop overtaking the tortured cries of the dead in her head.
     
     
    “I’m…what?” Davis felt as if someone had kicked him hard in the gut when Ryan told him he’d gone to El Paso the day before and seen Kara.
    He tried to focus on what Ryan had just said, but Kara’s sad expression, the one she’d worn when he told her he couldn’t be with her, filled his thoughts. He couldn’t get it out of his head. He’d put her life in jeopardy. Almost lost her to the Angel—had lost her to the Bureau—and now he must learn, secondhand, that he’d fathered a child with her?
    “What did you say?” he asked again, and waited as Ryan repeated the same sentence one more time.
    “Kara had a baby. A girl,” Ryan told him slowly, his expression filled with sympathy.
    “So you’re saying—”
    “I’m saying you’re a father. Congratulations, you have a daughter.”
    “How do you know this?” Davis asked, but knew the answer already. Ryan disobeyed a direct command and went to her for help with the copycat cases.
    “I saw a picture of the child, Davis. She has your eyes. She’s yours. You didn’t know, did you?”
    Davis’s shell-shocked expression confirmed the truth easily enough.
    “What do you think? Of course I didn’t know. How could I? I haven’t seen Kara in years.”
    “So what are you going to do?” Ryan knew Davis well enough to answer this for himself.
    “I’m going after her.” Davis didn’t hesitate before answering.
    “You think that’s wise?”
    “Wise? Probably not. But I’m going just the same.”
     
     
    Hours later, once on board the flight bound for El Paso, he let his thoughts return to Kara. Davis couldn’t think about her reaction to seeing him again and not drop the whole thing. She wouldn’t welcome him there. She’d be angry and resentful. The same way she’d reacted before.
    Davis always wondered how different their lives would have turned out had he simply walked away as Kara had wished—hell, he’d wished the same thing a thousand times since—damn the Bureau and its policies. But he’d thought he was doing the right thing by letting her go. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
    After the disastrous way the Death Angel case ended, it had cast a shadow of suspicion over the VCIRD and the Bureau as well. It caused serious questions to arise about VCIRD’s competency in handling the Angel case. Why had it taken so many victims to bring the killer, Frankie Shepard, to justice when Frankie had been right under their noses all along? Then there was the matter of how Frankie had been able to kidnap Kara, one of the FBI’s own, and almost make her his final victim.
    In an effort to control the media blitz, Ed Zamora, the Bureau chief, had “strongly advised” Davis to stay away from Kara. He’d said if the press got wind of their relationship, it would cast serious doubts on Davis’s ability to perform his duties objectively.
    He still remembered the day he’d gone to her apartment to tell her of Ed’s demands.
    The moment she’d opened the door and saw him there, she’d known.
    “You’re leaving me.” She barely waited for him to close the door. When he’d faced her, there were tears in her eyes.
    He’d tried to touch her. Comfort her, but she pulled away.
    “Kara, please…”
    “No, just say it. Tell me why?”
    He reached for her again. In spite of her struggles, he’d pulled her close. He needed to be close to her. She was the only one who could bring peace to his soul.
    “It’s only for a little while, I promise. The Bureau director is all over this. He’s scrutinizing every