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night. But he hadn’t. He even stayed after she snarled at him when he mentioned her parents.
    And then there was the kiss. Good God, what had she been thinking?
    It was pretty obvious she hadn’t been thinking at all. How could she be so stupid? Head injury or not, her behavior was inexcusable. Any cop who worked undercover knew exactly how dangerous screw-ups could be. She’d screwed up big time last night.
    The way McGee affected her bordered on insane. Keeping a good, healthy distance from him might be the best move. Then again, was it ridiculous not to explore a valuable connection simply because he sent her hormones into overdrive?
    How would she explain that to her superiors? I’m sorry, Captain, I didn’t pursue a valuable source, because I couldn’t keep my tongue out of the subject’s mouth long enough to question him.
    She blew out a disgusted sigh. Instincts that had guided her through several successful undercover missions were screaming at her to find Ty and press him for information. Only an idiot could deny the attraction between them. Maybe if she used that attraction, pretended to need him, need to be taken care of. Shower him with a few soft kisses… Maybe he’d confide everything he knew about Arlo Buck in no time at all.
    Taking a look at Ty’s professional records might help, too, although she couldn’t just waltz in to the Longdale Police Station and demand his file. But the FBI could. Bahan was a master at gathering data. She’d send him an email requesting the information, because she sure as hell wasn’t risking a phone call. It wasn’t a mere coincidence that she checked in and left voicemails at times he’d be unavailable. No reason to risk an inquiry about her progress inside Buck’s.
    Jordan grabbed her laptop and eased onto the sofa. Now for another unpleasant task. Time to do a little digging of her own. Who was the mystery girl in her dream? She couldn’t pawn that off on Bahan; he’d ask too many questions. Questions she had no intentions of answering.
    She didn’t remember a time in her life when there were no dreams. But she remembered a time when she didn’t fear them. Back when she was too little to understand what they meant.
    Then there had been the dream about her family—the one that had opened her eyes to real terror. The one that had driven home the very real consequence of ignoring the message inside the dream.
    Now she knew better. “Come on, mystery girl. What were you trying to show me?” she muttered as she tapped her security code into the laptop.
    Most of the time, she’d convinced herself the spirits were seeking justice for what they’d suffered. Other times, she believed their desperation to connect with her had more to do with closure for their families. On very rare occasions, a spirit would show her a precognitive event—something that hadn’t happened yet—usually attempting to save a loved one, but those visions were the hardest to decipher.
    Combining visions with police work seldom followed a straight line of logic. Interpreting what each victim wanted her to see was tricky, yet becoming a cop was the only way she knew how to give purpose to the freakish ability. As for the latest dream, every angle would need to be checked. She’d start with the missing persons database because everything in the dream told her the girl had family and friends that would be looking for her.
    While the computer popped up results, Jordan reached for her journal. Habit almost had her dragging it out while Ty had been in her apartment, but luckily, common sense had rushed back in time. What would she have said to him?
    Excuse me, could you hand me that notepad? Dead crime victims tend to visit me in my dreams, just need to jot down a few notes.
    After escaping as efficiently as Houdini, she was quite sure Ty had already put her in the “whack-job” category. Sharing her ability to connect with the dead would no doubt earn her a one-way ticket to