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the frames weren't enough to do that.
    She paged through, noting that Ethan had made sure she knew which photographs belonged together by paper-clipping everything neatly, almost obsessively so. The backgrounds were different though—she would've known these were different places, different men.
    When she got to the very last picture, only then did she put the rest of the packet down, still unread as of yet.
    I love killing as much as I love you.
    The sick bastard . She barely made it to the bathroom before she vomited, unsure if it was because she'd thought of the gentle man she'd loved as a sick bastard…or because she truly believed he was one.
    She imagined that what she'd viewed was merely the tip of the iceberg.
    "What do you want from me, Ethan?" she muttered, wiping her mouth with a washcloth and balancing herself in order to brush her teeth.
    Then she went back to the table and she looked at the rest of the paperwork. There were missing persons reports, six of them to match with the six murdered men she had pictures of. She looked through each report, noting the dates were over a year's period—this year. His most recent killings…or his only killings?
    God, did it matter?
    She shoved the papers back into the envelope and stared at it as her brain buzzed the possibilities. About what to do next.
    If she ran reports on the missing persons, there'd be a permanent record of her possible involvement. If she involved Teige or Jacoby, same. As an officer of the court, it was her job to report this, but the best she could do was memorize the names, destroy the papers and then plan to Google the names when she was on a public computer.
    Or you could forget this ever happened and save yourself. Because these missing persons didn't trigger sympathy from her. Six men between thirty and forty, and none of them looked like angels. Maybe it had something to do with the mug shots on the missing persons fliers.
    She burned the papers and the envelope. Deleting the phone call record would just seem suspicious, and she hadn't done anything she needed to hide.
    Then why do you feel guilty? Why do you feel like you're being watched?

Chapter Five
    S he showed at Henry's . If she didn't, she'd be laying all of this crap on Teige's doorstep and she'd already put him in a precarious enough position. Wait and see, she told herself. Wait and see.
    She'd learned nothing if not patience from her job.
    Henry's was another local favorite with amazing food, one of those places that most people not in the know would drive by without a second glance. She threaded her way through the crowds that congregated by the front door in hopes of securing a table. Most were people she didn't recognize, but there were a few regulars from the bar. There were also bikers who nodded at Ace when he came up from behind her and ushered her toward a waiting back booth.
    "You made a reservation. I feel special," she told him as she slid along a padded vinyl seat, clean despite being cracked with age.
    "Anyone who doesn't make you feel that way doesn't deserve to spend time with you, Angel." He settled his big, heavily booted feet around hers under the table in a way that might've made her feel trapped in another situation. Tonight, she didn't mind his overprotectiveness, didn't mind that he ordered from the waitress for both of them. Thinking wasn't on the agenda.
    And damn, it felt good. She took a sip from the draft Killian's as the plates of chicken wings were set down. They were messy and delicious.
    In between eating and drinking, he didn't ask much about her work. In return, she steered clear of his MC involvement, not because she could do anything to hurt his club, but because he wouldn't tell her anything she didn't already know.
    Really, if they could eat in silence and then get to the after-dinner part, she'd be fine with that. But she reined it in and they ended up talking about his bike. His most recent trips—California, Nevada, Mexico—all done on