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get directions to the closest police station. She started for her rental when she realized maybe she should take her laptop. She’d left it in the room.
    Might as well check my e-mail.
    To counteract her workaholic tendencies, Gwen only checked her private e-mail through her phone. Everything else, she had to use her computer to read. She found that Tim had written her that morning.

    Hey, Go-Go. I didn’t upset you with my rambling review, did I, sweetie? Kissy-huggy. - TimE.

    Mentally smacking herself in the head, she fired off a quick reply.

    I’m sorry, babycakes, sorry I worried you. I read it and loved it. Problems at home, emergency road trip to Rapid City. I’m there now looking for my sister. I’ll catch up with you soon. - G.

    She scanned a few more e-mails and shut down, then packed it and the notebook and drove to the station. She nervously sat for ten minutes until a super-hot detective walked up to the waiting area.
    “Miss Oxford?”
    She nodded, her gaze immediately homing in on his left hand. No ring. Hot damn!
    Wait, missing sister. Focus.
    “I’m Detective Kelly. Follow me, please,” he said. She did, gladly, enjoying how his tight ass moved under his snug slacks. Short brown hair, brown eyes, six-feet-plus of solid, trim muscle in a shoulder holster.
    Mmm. He’s my next hero.
    In the thirty second walk to his desk, she’d mentally written half of a scorching hot love scene she wouldn’t mind a chance to star in with him. Total yum with a gun.
    She’d kill Amy for this. Dragging her out to Rapid City, and she wouldn’t even have time to suss out this dude. Then again, maybe he’d be up for a quickie. It’d been a year since she’d gotten laid, and she decided she’d be willing to forego commitment in lieu of him settling for wearing a condom and going halfsies on a hotel room.
    Especially with a hunk like this in a city where no one knew her.
    Oh, forget splitting the room. If he’d do her, she’d gladly pay for it. Hell, she’d call it a business expense and deduct it on her taxes.
    Perk of being a writer. Call it research.
    “What can I do for you today?” he asked.
    To me, not for me, and anything you want. “Um, it’s about my sister. She’s sort of disappeared.”
    He frowned. “Sort of?”
    “Yeah.” She started from the beginning. Within the first thirty seconds, Gwen saw from the look on his face that not only was he not going to break out the search teams for Amy, but she probably wouldn’t get laid, either.
    Damn.
    “Miss Oxford, did you try calling her again?”
    “This morning. Straight to voice mail.”
    “I’m afraid we can’t do anything. She’s not missing.”
    “Yes, she is.”
    “It’s not against the law for an adult to willingly not go home.”
    “Look, you don’t know my parents. If I don’t physically lay eyes on Amy and talk to her, get some answers from her, my mother and father will go apeshit. Can’t you just run her bank records or something? Ask the hotel clerk who she was with? We know she’s still here in town as of this morning. I just need to talk to her for five minutes, face-to-face, to find out what the hell is going on so I get answers.”
    He leaned back in his chair and shook his head. “There’s nothing I can do right now.”
    “Yes, there is,” she insisted. “You can find out where she is so I can talk to her.” She felt irritation creep into her voice despite her best efforts and tried to clamp down on her infamous hair-trigger temper. “If I don’t find out what’s going on, my life and my brother’s life will be a living hell until I do. Not to mention we’re worried about her. Cops do stuff like that all the time, don’t they? Welfare check or something, isn’t that what it’s called?”
    “It’s not like on TV, Miss Oxford.” She didn’t miss his condescending tone.
    “I know that. I’m a writer. I’m not stupid.”
    “Then you should know it’s not like most writers portray, either. Unless you