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couldn’t make it out. Which I found odd since the car was perfectly clean.”
    Had Rachel collaborated with the driver of the BMW? This could be a plot to get Kate comfortable so she’d lower her guard and spill all the juicy details about Jaxon’s case. But it would’ve been one hell of a risk for Rachel to take. Suppose Kate had gotten hurt?
    Somehow Kate got the impression that Rachel was being sincere. Well, at least as sincere as a member of the press could get.
    Kate stuck her gun back into her purse and slipped the strap over her shoulder.
    A rusty nail was stuck into the front tire of her bike. She sighed and wiped her hair off her face. It could’ve been worse, but the tire alone would mean thirty-nine-cent mac and cheese for dinner for the next month.
    Rachel waved her manicured hand. “Leave the bike here. I’ll take you home.”
    Abandon her baby on the streets of Detroit? What if someone stole it? But it wasn’t as if she could afford a tow. She needed help getting it back to her apartment.
    Taking a chance, she tried the front door of the building, not surprised to find it locked. She wandered to the side and found another door. Bingo.
    “Hey, Rachel. Do you have a couple bobby pins?”
    “Of course,” Rachel said, rounding the corner of the building. “But why? It’s not as if you ever cared about what your hair looked like before.” She pulled a couple from her own head and handed them to Kate.
    “Unlike you, I don’t have to rely on my looks to get ahead,” she shot back, oddly enjoying bantering with the woman. She stuck the two pins in the lock of the doorknob and jiggled it.
    “That’s good since you have the perfect face for radio,” Rachel quipped, standing over Kate and watching her manipulate the lock.
    She laughed. The woman had a wicked streak, but it didn’t bother Kate. She actually admired the reporter for it. At least she was honest.
    When she heard the click, she turned the knob, opening the door to the old, vacant office building.
    Rachel put her hands on her hips. “You learn that in the Upper Peninsula?”
    Kate’s heart danced into triple time.
    And that’s when she realized the mention of her past had scared her more than the attempt on her life. What was wrong with her? Her father wouldn’t want her living in fear. Why was she giving so much power to the past?
    Not wanting to give the reporter the satisfaction of knowing she’d gotten such a strong reaction from her, she schooled her face to indifference. “How much do you know about me?”
    “You’ve covered your tracks pretty well, but your juvenile prints are still buried somewhere in the system. They matched the ones you submitted for your internship. Then of course you enrolled in undergrad with your previous name since you didn’t change it legally until you turned eighteen three weeks into the semester.”
    Impressive and just a tad disturbing. “And how did you access my juvenile prints?”
    Rachel smiled. “I know a guy. It’s amazing what a pair of tits and a blowjob will get you these days.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Not the information I was asking for.”
    “Sorry. I’m not good at girl talk.”
    “This isn’t girl talk.” Kate traipsed to her bike and pushed it around to the side of the building, Rachel following her.
    “See? I didn’t even know enough to know that.”
    Kate brought her Harley inside the building and relocked the door. “Why were you looking me up?”
    “Doing my homework. What’s so special about an intern that she gets to work such a big murder case? Kate Martin, born Katerina Martini, the only child to Marissa and Henry Martini, changed her name the day she turned eighteen, perfect grade point average in undergrad, winner of the National Criminal Law Trial Advocacy Competition, suspected of having genius IQ but refused testing, killed her father in an accidental shooting. Shall I continue?”
    Kate shook her head, amazed by the reporter’s knowledge. If it was