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Freakville.
    “Been there, visited that part of town, cowboy—not likely to go back,” she murmured, scribbling the date in her journal. “Not even for an ass as fine as yours.”
    Now, hours later, she was concentrating twice as hard to recall a fraction of the details. Even through the suckish aftermath, she’d always been vigilant about writing down the facts. It was important to log every visual element as soon as possible. Each minute that passed blurred the fine edge of detail that she could recount. Often, it was the smallest of those details that made all the larger ones fall together.
    She tapped a pen on her journal a couple of times, then took a few cleansing breaths and played back the vision in her mind.
    Victim—White female. Middle teens. Long dark hair. Raped. Murdered. A party, graduation likely.
    Male suspect—A ball cap? Green? Brown?
    Damn it!
    She slapped the journal shut. How frustrating to remember so little. The only positive aspect of her dreams was that they gave her information. In this case, there just wasn’t enough.
    But consistently, the dreams had been tied to whatever case she was working on at the time. It was likely the girl was local and, with enough digging, Jordan was betting on a tie to Arlo Buck.
    As much as she hated to think it, she needed more. And she could bet—there would be more.
    She’d barely logged in when someone knocked at her door. After closing her computer, she moved to the hidden gun on the bookshelf next to the door. She put one hand on the doorknob and one on the gun. “Who is it?”
    “Pizza delivery.”
    Fairly confident she recognized the voice, she cracked the door open, leaving the chain in place. “Ty, what are you doing here?”
    “Bringing you dinner if you’ll take the chain off.”
    The pizza smelled like heaven. It hadn’t occurred to Jordan that her last meal had been the day before, not until the pepperoni hypnotized her.
    After slipping the gun behind the books, she slid the chain off the door and opened it. “Wow, it smells amazing. What’s in the bag?”
    “Salad and Antonio’s world famous cheesecake.”
    He caught her off guard, and she didn’t know what to say. She liked to be prepared. This she was singularly unprepared for. Did she have enough wits to deal with him tonight? She was undercover. He needed to be checked out. The conversation wouldn’t be on her terms, but it could work.
    Stepping back, she gestured toward the kitchen. As he passed, she smelled the pizza, but the more enticing aroma followed in its wake—freshly showered male. Was it soap? Cologne? Who the hell knew? But her treacherous body inhaled deeply while his back was turned.
    He headed to the kitchen and started scrambling around as if he’d lived there all his life. “Oh, man. I forgot sodas.”
    She watched him, frankly bewildered that he’d come back. “I’ve got diet soda in the fridge.”
    “I know. I hate that stuff.” He stared into the nearly empty refrigerator. “Why do women do that? It’s so stupid.”
    She couldn’t decide whether to be insulted or amused. “Do what?”
    “Eat pizza and cheesecake, then wash it down with diet soda. I was at the burger joint in town yesterday. Some woman in front of me, honest to God, ordered a double half-pound burger with extra mayo and a giant-size fry. Then got a diet soda. I mean, come on, what’s the point?” He shut the fridge and turned to her. “Do you have paper plates? We don’t need to dirty the real ones if you do.”
    “Ah…” She tried to remember if she’d seen any. How do I know? is what she wanted to say. She’d only been in the furnished apartment a short time. There was a coffee pot and coffee cups. Everything else was just overkill.
    “No paper plates.” She faked it. He wouldn’t know.
    “Are you sure? I thought I saw some when I was looking for coffee filters this morning.” He opened up a couple cabinets, finally swinging open the large one in the corner. Three