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Mona or the girls.
    "It just so happens that I do," she said. "But this is my decision. Wait right here."
    She waved a hand at the chairs along the far wall. "Hang out for a few minutes, and let me see what I can come up with, but I can't make any promises."
    "Be careful, Mona."
    Mona turned to talk to the other woman, who I assumed was the Tiffany I'd spoken with when I'd called earlier. I looked around and spotted an empty seat near the wall and made my way over. A moment later, I watched as Mona opened a heavy metal door leading to the main floor of the station and then disappeared from sight.
    The crowded station finally started to thin out, but I still felt restless, so I stood and paced for a few minutes. When that did nothing to ease my nervous jitters I leaned my back against the cool wall and sighed. I had no idea how long it would take Mona to get the file I needed, but I hoped it wouldn't be long. I could hang out in the lobby only so long before I drew attention and someone started asking questions.
    I pulled my phone from my jeans pocket to check my text messages and found one from Mandy.
    At the office. Already digging.
    Although I knew Kelly had already told her where I was and what I was doing, I fired off a quick response telling her that I was at the station and that I'd be back soon, then slipped the phone back into my purse.
    Nearly ten minutes had passed, and there was still no sign of Mona. I was starting to worry. If she was caught she'd lose her job or worse, which was why I didn't want her to go after the file herself. The thought of my favorite aunt jeopardizing her job and possibly risking jail time churned my stomach.
    I found myself staring at the metal door Mona had disappeared behind as though my willing her to appear would work. If it actually did, I was going to start willing myself to win the lottery and lose thirty pounds.
    "Miss? Are you waiting for someone?"
    The deep, whiskey-and-honey, smooth sound of a man's voice yanked me out of my lottery-deep, tiny-waisted thoughts. I glanced up in search of whom the voice came from and was pleasantly surprised.
    The man standing before me was, in one word, hot .
    He stood well over six feet tall, was muscular with a broad chest and shoulders, a slim waist, and thick muscular legs. He wore a tight, midnight-blue T-shirt and distressed jeans, both of which fit him like a glove, accentuating the dips and lines of his muscles as he moved toward me.
    His emerald-green eyes bore into me almost uncomfortably. It was like he could see right through me to the exact reason I was hanging out in the police station lobby.
    A bubble of guilt rippled through me.
    I shifted away from the wall and fidgeted with my keys. "I'm just waiting to have a word with my aunt."
    He cocked a brow and tilted his head full of thick, black hair to the side. "And who might your aunt be? Maybe I can find her for you?"
    "I just talked to her. She'll be back any minute."
    He stared at me for a long moment, and I felt the urge to tell him to buzz off but held my tongue. He knew I was hiding something. I could see it in his expression. I wasn't normally a bad liar. Lying was a major part of my profession, but there was something about this man that caused my usually flawless lying ability to fly right out the nearest window.
    "I'm Detective Tyler Black." He extended his hand.
    "Barb Jackson." I shook the offered hand and simultaneously cringed as I recognized his name.
    He frowned as recognition lit his eyes too.
    "As in the Barb Jackson I spoke with earlier this morning regarding the Hatchett case?"
    "That would be me," I admitted.
    He frowned down at me. "First you call me asking to see the file, I tell you no, and then I just so happen to find you here at the station. Why do I have the feeling that you're up to no good?" He crossed his thick, brawny arms over his equally thick chest and continued to glare at me with those gorgeous eyes that I couldn't seem to tear my own gaze away