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mapped out. She was a junior associate at Derry, Decker, and Vale Architecture Firm. She was the only female architect in the office, expected to do twice as good a job as the male associates just to break even, but she didn’t care because she could run circles around them. The other two associates, Kirk and Logan, resented that she worked so hard. They thought she was trying to outshine them—and in a way, they were right—but making partner was important to her. It was a validation of her abilities but, more importantly, it was a tribute to her mother.
    Baylee’s mother had been an architect too, and she’d inspired Baylee to follow in her footsteps. Some of Baylee’s earliest memories were of the two of them building neighborhoods and towns out of Legos. Baylee was happy she had those memories, because her world went dark the night her mother was murdered. As hard as she tried over the years to remember what had happened that night, what the man had looked like who’d killed her mother, she couldn’t. Though recently, the dark shadows that lurked out of focus in the corners of her mind had begun to take on some more distinctive shapes. Maybe it’ll come back to me eventually.
    That was what her therapist had told her would happen. Dr. Scott said that as time went by, the shadows would become clearer, and she’d start to remember small things. He’d explained that something, anything really—a scent, a sight, a taste, a sound—could trigger the memories, and then they would come quickly. He’d done his best to prepare her for that, but even after all these years, her recollections of that night were still pretty fuzzy. She wished she could remember so justice for her mother could be served. The killer was never found, and he continued to roam about, a free man who was probably killing other women.
    The thought made her shudder.
    The phone rang, breaking into her thoughts.
    “Good morning, Katie,” she greeted her secretary.
    “Good morning, Ms. Peters. Mr. Decker would like you to bring the blueprints for the strip mall project.”
    “Tell him I’ll be there in ten.”
    Baylee looked out her office window at the tall buildings, the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains reflected in their mirrored windows. She was so grateful to Gary Decker for giving her this job. After college, Baylee had applied to many firms around the Denver metro area, but none of them had called her back. As a last resort, she asked her dad to speak with Gary and Bob Derry. They had started the architectural firm with her mother twenty-five years before, and over the years, her dad and the two men had become good friends.
    Two days after he’d spoken with them, they’d hired her. And for the past two years, she’d worked her ass off to prove to them that they hadn’t made a mistake. Gary and Bob were more than pleased, and the newest partner, Warner Vale, couldn’t say enough good things about her. She was one of the two they were considering for partner next year. Baylee couldn’t be happier. She just wished her mother had lived to see this day. Baylee knew she would have been proud.
    After grabbing her laptop, the blueprints, and her cup of coffee, she shuffled over to Gary’s office. When she entered, she was surprised to see the other two partners and Logan.
    “Was there a meeting I forgot about?” she asked while setting down her laptop on Gary’s desk.
    “Nothing planned. We wanted to get you and Logan together to discuss the new strip mall project we’re designing in Pinewood Springs,” Warner Vale said.
    “I’ve already come up with some very innovative designs I can share.” Logan plastered on his charming-executive smile.
    Baylee thought she was going to puke.
    “We can look at them. The important thing is pleasing the client.” Warner loosened his tie a bit then cleared his voice. “Our client is a motorcycle club. The members are a bit rough and colorful, but we’ll treat them like any other