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  “What’s that?” Alex asked, before she could stop herself. She didn’t care, really. She just wanted to know if the blood was Melanie’s.

  “They secrete antigens, proteins, and enzymes, indicating their blood type, into other bodily fluids,” Mia said. “Most people fall into this category. Only about twenty percent of the human race would be classified as nonsecretors.”

  Mia flipped a page, and Alex shifted impatiently.

  “Also,” Mia continued, “your subject is male.”

  “Male?” Alex leaned closer. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Not Melanie. Her shoulders sagged with relief, and she looked at Nathan. “Could it be Coghan’s? Maybe there was some kind of struggle?”

  “Who’s Coghan?” Mia asked Nathan.

  “The missing woman’s husband.”

  “Craig Coghan,” Alex said. “Could the blood be his?”

  “Not unless he’s dead,” Mia said.

  Nathan and Alex stared at her.

  “Your blood sample matches a profile recently entered into the missing-persons index. Some unidentified remains.”

  “How recently?” Nathan asked.

  “Yesterday morning.”

  “Are you sure?” Alex asked.

  “Absolutely. I ran both profiles myself.”

  “You ran both.” Nathan frowned. “Who submitted the other sample?”

  “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m afraid I can’t say.”

  Nathan glanced at Alex, then back at Mia. “Did this other sample come down from Austin? Maybe a floater pulled out of the lake?”

  “I’m not at liberty to disclose the details.”

  Nathan scowled. “Isn’t that the point of this place? Cooperation among law enforcement agencies? Everyone helping one another?”

  She smiled weakly. “I understand your frustration. But this is an unusual case. Please understand my position.”

  Nathan sat back, looking seriously annoyed. He was thinking this DNA profile belonged to that murder victim he believed was Melanie’s boyfriend. That case was his, supposedly, yet he knew nothing about someone sending a sample to the Delphi Center for testing.

  “There’s more,” Mia said. “I recovered some perspiration from the earbud. Same donor as the blood.”

  “So the blood came from whoever was wearing the earphones.” Alex looked at Nathan. “Presumably the victim, not the attacker, right? Who would wear earphones to attack someone?”

  Nathan didn’t comment.

  “Also, we recovered a latent fingerprint from the earbud,” Mia continued. “A partial, actually. We ran it through AFIS, but no hits.”

  “Maybe it’s mine,” Alex suggested.

  “It’s not,” Mia said. “We have your prints on file. Anyway, a single partial print is a long shot, but I wanted to check for you. So that’s about it for the earbud. You can pick it up from our evidence clerk on your way out.”

  Mia tucked the notepad back into her pocket. “Just one more thing. I took the liberty of sending your envelope to one of my colleagues. Were you aware there was a trace substance inside it? A fine white powder?”

  “Coke?” Nathan asked.

  “I don’t know,” Mia said. “I asked one of our chemical tracers to take a look at it when he gets a chance. I’ll let you know.”

  “This substance was inside the envelope?” Alex asked.

  “Yes.”

  Nathan looked at Alex. “Maybe it’s baking soda,” he said sarcastically.

  Yeah, right.

  Mia checked her watch and stood up. “I wish I had more time today.” She turned to Alex. “Have you had a chance to think about our offer?”

  Nathan stood up then, too, and Alex felt his gaze on her face as she floundered for a response. She’d convinced herself Troy’s words were just that—words.

  Alex got to her feet. “Troy was a little vague. I wasn’t sure he was serious.”

  “He was,” Mia said. “He speaks highly of you, and we’d be very interested to have you in for an interview with our Cyber Crimes Unit.” She pulled a card from the pocket of her lab coat. “My cell number’s on the back. Call me and I’ll tell you more about it.”

  Alex avoided Nathan’s gaze as she accepted the card. “Thank you.”

  “We’ve got some talented people here, Alex. I think you’d fit right in.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Nathan spent the first half of the return trip conducting a cryptic telephone conversation with Hodges. When the call ended, he gazed out the window, his expression conveniently shielded by sunglasses.

  He was cutting her out of the loop again. Alex waited calmly, but by the time they reached the Austin city limits, her patience was gone.

  “So what do you think?” she finally asked.

  Nathan turned to look at her, but his eyes were hidden behind mirrored lenses. “Probably pays better than PI work. I think you should go for it.”

  “I meant the case. What’d you think of Mia’s findings?”

  He glanced away.

  She gripped the steering wheel, trying to tamp down her frustration. After all they’d been through, he still didn’t consider her part of his inner circle.

  Maybe she should take a job at the Delphi Center. At least it would give her some legitimacy with cops.

  “Your friend’s back,” Nathan said.

  She glanced over and saw that he was looking at the side mirror. Alex checked the rearview.

  “Three cars behind us,” he said. “Changed lanes two minutes after you did.”

  Nathan was right. The boxy black sedan looked familiar. And whoever was at the wheel was subtle enough that Alex hadn’t even noticed the tail this time.

  “Pull into a gas station,” he said. “We can fuel up, then switch drivers. When he picks us up again, I’ll see if I can get a tag.”

  “Uh, thanks, but no.”

  He arched a brow skeptically. “You think you can handle him?”

  Instead of answering, she took the next exit off the interstate. The sedan stayed with them, but managed to hang back about five car lengths.

  “Don’t run the yellow,” he advised as she approached the first stoplight. “He’ll know he’s been made.”

  Alex shot him a withering look. “Would you like me to tell you how to write a traffic ticket?”

  She cruised through a few intersections until she’d reached a residential area. This part of town was somewhat hilly, which would help with her strategy. She spotted the turnoff she wanted and pulled into a middle-class neighborhood. She turned down a semi-busy street and glanced at the mirror. He wasn’t visible, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. She got to the crest of a hill and quickly darted her gaze around in search of a FOR SALE sign. No luck.

  The sedan appeared behind her, about a hundred yards back.

  Another hill. This time she spotted what she needed. In the yard, a sign. In the driveway, no cars. She floored the gas pedal, then whipped up into the driveway and cut the engine.

  “Get down,” she said, pulling Nathan’s arm and ducking her head down.

  They were hunched over the console, their faces just inches apart. Her gaze dropped to that mouth that had sent shock waves through her body last night. She wanted him to kiss her again. She glanced up and saw that he was watching her. He looked as though he could read her mind.

  A delivery truck roared past. Then the quiet whoosh of a car.

  “Think that was him?” she asked.

  “It sounded right.”

  Slowly, they both straightened and peered out the back window. Alex started the car and backed down the driveway. The street was empty now. She sped through the next several intersections, looking up and down side streets for any sign of the sedan.

  “Pretty good,” Nathan said.

  “‘Good’ would have been catching up to him and getting a license plate.” She glanced down another empty cul-de-s
ac and cursed.

  “Ah, don’t be so hard on yourself. You caught him off guard. Anyway, I’ve got to be in court in half an hour.”

  “You want me to drop you off?”

  “Just take me to the station,” he said. “I can pick up a car.”

  By the time they pulled into the lot behind APD, Alex’s frustration with him had returned. Where was the trust? The cooperation?

  “Just pull over here,” he said, pointing to a narrow street beside the employee lot.

  Alex pulled over and blew out a sigh. She shoved the car into Park.

  “I appreciate the ride.” He turned and grabbed his blazer off the backseat. Then he lifted the paper evidence bag out of the cup holder. Thanks to Mia, the bag containing the earbud now had an official evidence label on it, complete with a bar code and a list of signatures. “Mind if I hang on to this?” he asked.

  She looked at him for a moment, confused. “What happened to ‘zero evidentiary value’?”

  “Let me worry about that.” He pulled a pen from the pocket of his jacket and scrawled his name on the evidence label, just beneath hers. “I’ll get you a receipt for this, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He tucked the bag and the pen safely into his pocket. He looked her in the eye. “Be careful.”

  With a sigh, she put the car in gear. “I will.”

  “And Alex?”

  “What?”

  He leaned across the console and kissed her—hard.

  And then he left.

  Nathan’s phone rang the instant he walked out of the police station.

  Alex. They’d been playing phone tag for two days now, and he had a strong suspicion she was dodging him.

  “Hi,” he said.

  “Guess what. I was right about that truck.”

  Nathan unlocked his car and slid in. This was work related, as he should have guessed.

  “Turns out there was a wrecker called out to Moccasin Road a few weeks ago to pull a Blazer out of a ditch,” she said. “Lone Star Towing. The towing company’s records show—”

  “How’d you hack into their records?”

  “I didn’t. I made friends with the clerk in their office,” she said. “Their driver took the car all the way up to Greene’s Automotive up on Highway 183.”

  “That’s a hike from Moccasin Road.”

  “I know. It was a cash transaction, and the driver claims he doesn’t remember much else. But the Blazer could be a secondary crime scene. I’m thinking, if you can find out what happened to it—”

  “I got it, Alex.”

  Pause. “I’m just trying to help.”

  “I know. What are you doing right now?”

  Silence as she analyzed the question.

  “I’d really like to see you tonight,” he said. Was that clear enough? A second ticked by. And another.

  “Tonight doesn’t work,” she said, and he thought he heard regret in her voice. “Maybe tomorrow.”

  “Sure, I’ll call you.”

  They clicked off, and he tossed his phone onto his dashboard. It rang almost immediately. He saw Nicole’s number on the screen, and his evening took another nosedive.

  “Yeah?”

  “Well, well,” his ex-wife greeted him. “Don’t you sound happy?”

  “I’m not.”

  “Meet me for a drink,” she said. “It’ll cheer you up.”

  Not likely.

  “I’m tied up right now.”

  “Well, untie yourself. This is important.”

  He very much doubted it, but twenty minutes later, he parked his Mustang and walked into the Randolph Hotel. Stuffy as ever. He crossed the spacious lobby and entered Lariat Lounge. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he spied Nicole at the bar.

  He could tell she’d come from the office. Her hair was back in her typical loose bun, and she’d draped a jacket over the back of the bar stool. She wore a fitted black skirt and a white silk blouse, the price of which would probably give him a heart attack. Thankfully, her shopping habits were no longer his problem.

  He walked over. “Hi,” he said, and kissed her cheek. She smelled like Obsession, which set off a little warning in his head. He’d always liked that perfume on her, and she damn well knew it.

  “I ordered you a Dewar’s,” she said.

  He glanced at her Tanqueray and tonic and nodded. “Thanks.”

  “Thank you. I know how busy your evenings get.”

  One of her little darts. Nathan’s crappy hours had been one of the primary problems in their marriage. The other had been money.

  His drink came, and he took a sip, eyeing his ex-wife over the glass. “You look good,” he said, because it was true.

  She smiled. “You look good, too.”

  He waited for her to get to the point. When she tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear, he knew she was ready to begin.

  “I keep hearing your name come up.”

  “Let me guess,” he said. “Adamcek wants to recruit me over there to work for him?”

  Nicole gave him a peevish look. She was an assistant district attorney, and Nathan’s feelings for her boss—the Travis County D.A.—were no secret.

  “I’m hearing it from our investigators,” she said. “And some cops.”

  “Such as?”

  “Cernak, McElroy, Webb—”

  “Webb’s a blowhard.”

  “That’s not the point. Sounds like you’re asking a lot of questions about Craig Coghan.”

  Nathan shifted his attention to the stage across the bar where a brunette woman in a slinky black dress was adjusting the microphone.

  “Are you?”

  “Am I what?”

  “Asking questions about Coghan?”

  “I ask questions about a lot of people,” he said. “It’s my job.”

  She picked up her glass and took a sip. He could tell she was annoyed.

  She shook her head. “I don’t understand you.”

  “What don’t you understand?”

  “For a man with your intelligence, you’re extremely oblivious to politics.”

  “I think the guy’s dirty,” he said.

  “You’re way out in left field with that.”

  “I mean it.”

  “I can tell. But you think you might want to leave this to IA? Coghan has some serious connections in this town, and you’re not doing yourself any favors.”

  He shrugged.

  She put her hand on his arm and leaned closer. “You ever wonder why you’ve been doing the same crap job for the same crap pay going on twelve years now?”

  “I’m good at it?”

  She shook her head, exasperated. “Always sarcasm. I’m trying to do you a favor, Nathan.”

  “Well, don’t.”

  She sighed and looked away.

  He felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe she was honestly trying to help him. She’d never understood his priorities. They’d both grown up working class, but Nathan didn’t fantasize about climbing any social ladders. Nicole did. He didn’t blame her, really. He just didn’t share her willingness to make nice with people he thought were assholes.

  And if his questions were pissing off people in the D.A.’s office who thought Coghan hung the moon, Nathan didn’t much care. The D.A. was a weakling, and Nathan was fed up with watching the dirtbags he arrested plead down to minor offenses.

  He sipped his drink and tried to take the edge off his mood. It didn’t work. What was Alex doing tonight? Three nights in a row, she’d been busy. Was she out with Troy Stockton again? Nathan had disliked the guy on sight, and he liked him even less since he’d checked him out.

  He glanced at Nicole, who was silently smoothing her cocktail napkin. He could tell she was hurt by his don’t-give-a-shit attitude. He decided to change the subject.

  “How’s Mandy?” he asked.

  She glanced at him, surprised. “Fine.”

  “She graduates in May, doesn’t she?”

  “That’s
right.” Again, he’d surprised her. Nathan always had had a soft spot for Nicole’s youngest sister.

  “Tell her I said hi, would you?”

  “I will.” She smiled slightly. “Mandy always liked you.”

  “She’s a good kid.”

  She put her hand on his arm again. “I always liked you, too.”

  “Yeah, up until you didn’t.”

  She tipped her head to the side and looked at him for a long moment. “You dating anyone now?”

  “No.”

  “Well, you should be. You’re too much of a workaholic. It isn’t healthy.”

  She shifted closer, and he smelled her perfume again. It reminded him of coming home from parties with her.

  He finished off his drink. “I need to go, Nikki.”

  She dropped her hand to his thigh and gave him a look he knew well. “No, you don’t.”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “No.” She leaned closer and smiled. “You really don’t.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Mia watched through the glass as Alex Lovell completed her second round of tests.

  “How’s she doing?” she asked Ben.

  “She’s good,” he said, and she caught the admiration in his voice. “I can’t believe she doesn’t do this for a living.”

  “She does.”

  Ben propped his shoulder against the window as Alex’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “No, but I mean she’s not a badge. She’s got no formal training, not even a degree. She’s all instinct.”

  Mia lifted an eyebrow in Ben’s direction. Evidently, the tracers’ star cyber cop had a crush on their newest recruit.

  His attention remained fixed on Alex as Mia looked him over: spiky dark hair—a little overboard on the hair product, wire-rimmed glasses, a fondness for geeky logo tees. He had a decent build, but Mia doubted that a set of nice pecs and a genius IQ were going to give Detective Blue Eyes anything to worry about.

  “Would you look at that?” Ben clucked. “She did it again.”

  Mia followed his attention back to the computers, where Alex was pointing at the screen, explaining something to Ben’s supervisor.