It was not easy to find one. No, she whispered, everything inside her protesting the denial. Unless Paige Price is the judge, we'renowhere with this. But he had caughtglimpses of it.
Hannah's feet moved of their own accord as the wail of an ambulancesounded in the distance. Her jaw was set at astubborn angle, her brows pulled tight and low over her jewel-greeneyes. Her message light was blinking when she let herself into her office, butthe call was from Dave Larkin, not DePalma. I love you.