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spin. Hot
and cold flashes simultaneously ravaged her body. She fell back on
the mattress and drew her knees to her chest. Her vision blurred
and she struggled to stay conscious.
    What is
happening to me?
    Her eyes
fluttered open for the briefest of seconds.
    Drugged… there
must have been something in…
    ****
    Taylor dragged
his ass around the shop trying to focus on his first job of the
day. He’d tossed and turned for the remainder of the night after
his visitor left. There was no denying the attraction between them,
but he couldn’t help but be curious as to her real reason for
peeking in his window at the two in the morning. Up until then,
he’d hoped she believed him innocent. After last night, he wondered
if she believed all the garbage the townspeople were undoubtedly
feeding her.
    Seth walked toward the bay doors of his shop with an entourage
of officers in tow. What the hell do they
want? He took a deep breath and exhaled
slowly, before he wiped his hands on a rag and rounded the front of
the car he’d been working on.
    Taylor shielded
his eyes from the sun. “Good morning. What brings you boys by so
early?”
    Seth waved a
piece of paper toward him. “We have a search warrant, Mr. Danson.
I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, but if you’d step out of
the shop, we’ll get this over with as fast as possible.”
    Anger coursed
through his veins. Unable to trust himself, he opted to say
nothing. He waved his hand dramatically, ushering them into his
shop.
    Unfuckingbelievable.
    He crossed the
parking lot and sat on his bike. He folded his arms across his
chest and watched as the team of officers rifled through every inch
of his tool chests with little regard for the concerted effort he’d
made to keep things in order. They dumped out drawer after drawer.
He winced as each tool hit the concrete floor.
    He had to wonder if his late night visitor had known about
this. Was she trying to get a sneak peek
before they served him this morning? How could he have been so
wrong about her? Damn fool!
    Seth’s polished
shoes clicked against the asphalt as he closed the distance between
them. The group of officers he’d come with stood huddled outside
the bay doors. “I hope you understand how important it is for us to
explore every avenue in this investigation, Mr. Danson.”
    “ I could have saved you all a lot of time. “ Taylor snarled
through clenched teeth. “For the record, I want Casey found just as
much as the rest of the town does.”
    “ We have a warrant for your house.” Agent Mann pulled back his
shoulders as if readying himself for an altercation. “We can do it
now while you stay here, or you can come along with me.”
    “ You’ve got to be kidding!” Anger welled up inside him. “You
guys are going to feel pretty stupid for wasting valuable time on
me, when you could be out looking for the guy who actually has
Casey.”
    Taylor stormed
over to the shop and closed the bay doors. He flipped the sign to
”CLOSED,” and got on his bike. He followed the two cruisers to his
house. Once there, he unlocked the front door and sat out in the
driveway while a team of strangers ransacked his home.
    No wonder people have a bad taste in their mouths when it
comes to the feds. They can come into your house whenever they
want. With a wave of a piece of paper, they can turn your world
upside down, and leave you behind to pick up the pieces. Of course,
they’d extend their deepest apology for the disruption. Who the fuck do they think they are?
    He dug his foot into the gravel and sprayed the cruiser parked
alongside his bike. Assholes .
    An hour later,
he stood face to face with an apologetic agent. He nodded at the
appropriate places, but didn’t utter a word. Without shifting his
gaze, he imagined his eyes boring a laser into Seth’s retinas. He
turned, walking decisively to his front door. Without so much as a
glance back, he ducked inside and slammed the door behind him.
    Taylor took a
step back