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What else had they managed? I punched the button on the remote to turn the volume up louder.
    “Early today, our field reporter, Rick Magnello, spotted two FBI white-collar agents as they entered the building.” The footage flicked to a couple of women in smart outfits striding up the stairs like they owned the place. Typical FBI arrogance.
    But still...I couldn't help but admire the pair. I could only see them from the back, but they were definitely the odd couple. The tall one was athletic, but not mannish in her appearance. The shorter one seemed to be in charge, older. Not that it mattered which suits they assigned to the case. Based on what the reporter was saying, the Feds were clueless, as usual.
    I was in mid-scoff when the camera caught the pair as they reached the doors of the museum. The taller one opened the door for her friend and, unlike me, she turned to the side like most people did when they opened doors.
    What I saw made my heart freeze in my chest.
    Sure, she was taller, a lot taller, but I knew that face. The high cheekbones and features a model would've loved. Her hair was just as wild as I remembered, and I knew her eyes would be intelligent, a light gray-blue that I could picture perfectly.
    It'd been years, but there was no one else it could possibly be.
    I jerked into action, pausing the news and jumping off the bed. Stalking forward, I studied the agent’s face more closely. Memories and feelings I hadn’t had in ages came flooding back to me. It had to be her. There was no other explanation.
    But what did that mean for me?

Chapter Six

Karis
    T he first rays of sunlight fought their way through the venetian blinds, and I narrowed my eyes as if they were personally affronting me with their presence. Once I was done visually berating the dawn, I turned back to the computer and searched the name I'd already typed in a half a dozen times last night.
    The same files came up, though I didn't know what I'd expected to have changed. Wasn’t that the very definition of insanity? Repeating the same actions over and over again, expecting different results?
    I let out an aggravated sigh and rested my head on my hands. I practically had all the articles and files memorized by now. I didn't need to look at them to know what they said. What they confirmed.
    Broderick Murray, my childhood best friend and first real love, however unrequited, stared back at me. The picture in his file matched the image I'd managed to pull from the security footage, and I was sure the people at the museum would be able to identify him as Jack Wright.
    Seeing him as an adult would've been a shock no matter how it happened, but seeing him like this? Knowing that he was a criminal? It hurt more than I would've thought it could.
    We'd been next door neighbors since we were little, constant companions for as long as I could remember. I was pretty sure it started when I let him borrow my pink crayon in kindergarten. He'd broken his and wanted to draw pigs on the farm he was illustrating. I'd hardly ever used my crayons so I'd ended up just giving him the whole pack. In return, he'd given me the picture.
    From that point on, we'd become practically inseparable, even when boys teased him for hanging out with a girl, and the girls teased me about having a boyfriend. We'd stuck up for each other, protected each other.
    He was a few months older than me, which meant right now, he was twenty-seven while I was still twenty-six. When we were younger, he always lorded those few months over me. I'd always acted like it bothered me, but it hadn't. As a child, he'd seemed like a big brother.
    Until one day, he hadn't.
    I wasn't entirely sure when I'd gone from thinking about Bron – the nickname I'd given him rather than calling him by his actual name – as family to thinking about him as something more. All I knew for sure was that at some point, Bron had gone from the pudgy, shaggy-haired kid who I'd defended from bullies to a tall, beanpole