He loved his job, if not the crimes th at made it necessary, andalways came to the scene eager to dig in. He was working. Just as she knew his mind wasfilled with the same gray fog that surrounded him, with the exception ofone thought-Mom. Kyle was six.
The remark struck like flint against steel, sparking off Megan's frayednerves. She needed to find a thread that would tie the random bits ofinformation together, but there didn't seem to be one. Megan glared at him, hating the way her body was heating and hummingwith awareness pressed to his. BP ninety over sixty.
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