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well even in the suburbs, but the rural kids on the football team didn’t much care for “Jerry the freak” and made sure to hit him extra hard. Somewhere in the process of trying to ingratiate himself, Jerry’s grades tanked, and failing English canceled his ticket out of Landon County, which had been in the form of an acceptance from the University of Virginia. He needed a fresh start, but instead, he was back at high school, making up a semester of English and working the night shift at the Gallagher’s service station. One night he hadn’t shown up.
    Rex Mackey didn’t claim to understand his son, but that he loved him was clear enough. Presumably he put a bug in Jacobsen’s ear about consulting a psychic. The idea of the conservative supervisor asking for help from a witch was pretty amusing. It was true enough, though, that conventional police methods hadn’t turned up anything so far, although that was often the case if someone didn’t want to be found. He got the feeling that Mackey thought that the police were just dragging their feet. Presumably the kid hadn’t been kidnapped, or there would be a ransom note. Probably he ran away from home. Since he was eighteen, there wasn’t much the police had to say about that, but there was always a chance that his body was lying in a ditch somewhere. The list of kids who’d harassed Jerry at some point was pretty long, starting with the whole Landon High School football team.
    It had been three weeks since Nolan had driven down from Marisa’s house in the woods. Three long weeks without any female companionship. He hadn’t been interested. Other women seemed plain to him now. He’d become more aware of all the ways people tried to conform; Marisa didn’t bother, and he found that sexy as hell. She wanted to submit, but not at the cost of what she believed. As he followed the winding road, he tried to figure out what his approach would be. He should try to keep things professional. He thought of telling her that it had been his idea to enlist her help but decided not to. It might go some ways to patch the gap between them, but it wasn’t the truth, and he couldn’t stomach the idea of lying to Marisa.
    He didn’t cotton to the notion of keeping things professional, either, but he had a job to do first and foremost. That job was to find Jerry Mackey, and the sooner he could get done with Marisa, the sooner he could get back to investigating the right way.
    Unless she can actually help.
    He snorted. Right. Psychic powers. Witchcraft . He’d had an easier time finding himself than poor Jerry Mackey had, but he knew what it was to grow up and take some time figuring out who one was. In fact, he suspected he’d be figuring out things until he was dead. But a few things I know for sure. I’m a cop. I’m a dom. And I don’t believe in any of that hocus-pocus stuff.
    The curtains were drawn when he drove up, although it was after ten in the morning. Maybe she was asleep still. He thought about the way they woke up together that first time, but the sweet memory turned bitter. He got out of the car, strode up the walk, and knocked. Getting sentimental wasn’t going to do him any good.
    He was about to knock again when her voice came through the door. “I thought I told you to go away, Nolan.”
    He smiled slightly. It wasn’t a welcome, but it was better than telling him to leave. “I don’t give up easily.” He kicked himself even as he said it. Whatever happened to saying, “Police business?”
    To his surprise, she opened the door. She was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans again. This time the shirt had a picture of a penguin on it. Damned if she didn’t look as beautiful in that as most women looked in an expensive gown. “I’m not a submissive, Nolan. I’m a strong woman. Not your type,” she told him firmly.
    Right. Not a submissive . “I don’t doubt that you’re a strong woman. Maybe someday you’ll have the strength to get what you