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a fake smile when she saw me.  
    She held up a long manicured fingernail, signaling for me to wait before continuing her animated verbal assault on whoever was on the other end of the line. “Honey, if you wanted to have Thanksgiving dinner with your baby boy, you shoulda raised him better so his ass didn’t wind up in jail! I don’t give a turkey’s butt about whatchoo think is fair and not fair. Not fair is me having to sit my ass on this phone, listening to the whinin’ and complainin’ of you people when I oughtta be…Hello? Hello?”
    She stared at the phone for a moment in disbelief. “That bitch done hung up on me!”  
    I tried to suppress my laughter, but I wasn’t successful.  
    She rounded on me. “You think sumthins’ funny?”
    I covered my mouth with my hand and shook my head. “No, Ms. Claybrooks. I’m sorry.”
    “How ‘you know my name?” she barked at me.
    “Ms. Claybrooks, I’ve worked with the sheriff for years.” I tapped my chest. “I’m Sloan Jordan.”
    She tossed her head from side to side. “I don’t know no Sloan Jordan.”
    I sighed. “Can you please tell Detective McNamara I’m here?” I asked. “He’s expecting me.”
    She looked me up and down so skeptically that I half-expected her to throw me out the front door. “Mmm-hmm,” she said, pressing her lips together. She picked up the phone and pushed a few buttons. “McNamara!” She waited. “De-Tec-Tiv Mc-Na-Mara!” Her voice bounced off the concrete walls around us.  
    She slammed the phone down and looked at me. “He ain’t answerin’.”
    Her phone rang, and she picked it up. “Hello?” She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling and huffed. “They’s six thousand offices up in this buildin’. How do you people expect me to remember ‘em all. I got close enough for you to hear me so stop your bitchin’.” She looked over at me. “You got a girl up here askin’ for ya…Uh-huh, OK.” She hung up the phone and forced a smile in my direction. “He’ll be right with you.”
    Rather than sit, I paced the lobby. Evil reverberated off the walls like a heartbeat. The whole place pulsed with dark energy, and it tightened around my throat. I took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly. The mechanical doors slid open, and Nathan stuck his head out. “Sloan!”  
    I jumped, then scurried over.
    Even my rising anxiety wasn’t enough to completely suppress the butterflies that were disturbed every time I laid eyes on Nathan McNamara. He was in his standard outfit of khaki tactical cargos and an olive drab green fleece pullover. He wore his badge around his neck and a ball cap with an American flag patch on the front pulled low over his face.
    Nathan was the guy mothers wanted their daughters to marry, and the one fathers warned them about, all wrapped up in one. He was the blond-haired boy next door with a baby-face smile and the ability to put a bullet between someone’s eyes. He was also the kryptonite to my better judgement, and he had been nothing but trouble for me since the day we met.
    “Hey stranger,” he said. “Long time, no see.”
    That was a joke. Nathan had come by every night for the past three weeks. Warren had asked him to keep tabs on me since we found out I had a cosmic bounty on my head.
    His eyes widened when I stepped through the door. “You OK?”
    I pumped the collar of my blouse forcing cool air down the front. “You know I’m not. I hate this place.”
    He nudged me forward. “Come on. We won’t be here long.”
    We walked past his office, and I jerked my thumb toward his door. “Where are we going?”  
    “Women’s solitary,” he answered.  
    I shuddered. “Isn’t that where they keep the really bad people?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Nathan,” I whined, dragging my feet.
    He urged me on. “We’ll be on the medical hall. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
    My rising blood pressure stirred my doubt in him.
    Once we were deep inside the jail, we went through one