Older
didn’t mean wiser. All this time she’d dreaded running into him, sometimes dressing
in expectation of it. If she did see him again, she wanted to look good. Today she
looked like crap, but what did it matter? His reason for being on the Big
Island had nothing to do with her, not in a personal way. Tomorrow they’d meet
at the FBI field office to collaborate on a serial kidnapping case. She’d wear a
sleeveless linen dress, open-toed pumps, and bring the accordion file full of
notes and newspaper clippings she’d gathered.
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