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was a time when she used to be like him, black and white, by the book. It was why she’d fallen for him. She always knew where she stood with Scotty. Life was predictable.
    When they’d lived together, that was precisely what she’d needed. Structure and order. He’d been good for her at a time when she’d needed it. Back then she would’ve never questioned the government’s need for secrecy about a forensic sketch. And, as Griffin had indicated, that was probably why they’d chosen her out of the several forensic artists they used around the country. It was probably stamped across her files, maybe even across her forehead, her belief that if the government needed her to know, they’d tell her.
    Just like a good little FBI agent destined for promotion.
    Now that seemed like a world away, a lifetime ago. A time when she’d believed that there was a clear demarcation between the good guys and the bad guys.
    Back before she knew many of the details of her father’s murder. But she wasn’t about to let the past cloud her judgment, and right now, she had to admit that there was something suspicious about Zachary Griffin. She called Carillo. “You find anything else on this guy?”
    “Didn’t we just talk? I’ve got cases, you know.”
    “What’s more important? Your caseload, or my curiosity?” Phone to her ear, she walked over to the kitchen, looked around for Scotty’s car keys. “Are you saying you haven’t even heard what this guy did for the Agency?”
    “They weren’t exactly forthcoming when I tried to inquire. Not to worry. You remember that PI friend of mine, helped me solve that case a while back? Dan Randolph of the Randolph Investigative Group?”
    “Used to be a cop in the central valley.”
    “Yeah, him. Might have almost as many connections as Doc Schermer does. Turns out he knows someone at DOJ, who knows someone at CIA, who told him that your guy was involved in the investigation of a bunch of microbiologists who had died suspiciously all within a few weeks of each other. Taken randomly one could dismiss the suicides, plane crashes, and a couple murders. Considering they all occurred within a few weeks after 9/11, it smacks of conspiracy, and even though it was played down in the press, his agency felt it needed looking into. Couple that with the fact that no one keeps better tabs on every microbiologist on the face of the earth than the CIA does, and it tells me he was at least, at that time, with them. He still with you?”
    “Dropped me off at Scotty’s. I need to schedule a flight home and I might just go out to grab some lunch.”
    “You want something more than the peanut butter Scotty keeps as a staple?”
    “Aren’t you the funny one. Call me if you hear anything else on this guy.”
    “Good luck with the lunch thing.”
    “Thanks.”
    She hung up, switched on Scotty’s computer to schedule a flight home, then arrange to have flowers sent to Tasha’s parents in Kansas. The moment she did, she was tempted to look up any news articles on Tasha’s hit-and-run, as well as any Jane Does found in the area in the last couple of weeks. But then she talked herself out of it. She knew the risks. She’d gone that route before—getting involved in something best left alone—and had nearly gotten her family, her young sister killed in the process…
    Besides, maybe Tasha’s death had nothing to do with the case.
    Her gaze swept over the computer screen. What could be the harm in just looking? Seeing what sort of information might show up on the hit-and-run? No. She wouldn’t do it. She didn’t trust herself enough. Not after the danger she’d dragged to her very doorstep while looking into her father’s murder…Scotty’s Web browser home page was set to the metro area news. There was the typical uprising in the Middle East, the current breaking-news hunt for the bank robbery suspects, a married CEO from a top Fortune 500 company apologizing for his inappropriate affair with