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Something was wrong and it had nothing to do with work or music or whatever else she’d tried to tell him--including London.
    Christian was afraid and he wanted to know why.

     
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    Several days later, Christian parked her car in her allotted slot in front of the condos. She’d spent the afternoon with Tori, who chatted about Ryan and music and school and her next recital.
    Kaitlyn Kinncaid had asked her to stay out at Seneca, at the family estate, and Jock warned her of the drive, but Christian drove back to D.C. anyway.
    Why? Did it really matter? Brayden hadn’t been there. He’d been out doing God knew what with God knew who and she shouldn’t give a damn.
    Brayden’s parents both dropped hints that it would be better if she were around more. They tried to talk her into moving back out to Seneca, back into the family mansion with them and Brayden and Tori. They were worried. Jock informed her she looked haggard. Lovely. Just lovely. She was not only letting her man get away in her absence, but she was looking ‘haggard’.
    On a sigh, she got out of the car, locked her doors and started for her condo.

    The night was cold. A bone slicing wind sharpened through the air and she pulled her coat tighter as she walked down the lighted walkway.
    She really liked these condos. They had a security gate, though she now wondered how good it really was. Maybe she could get an alarm system installed.
    Her boot heels clicked on the bricked path. Already she had her keys out.
    A car door shut in the night and voices floated on the air.
    Hurrying to her door, she glanced around and stopped.
    The large brown envelope against her door immediately stole her attention. She looked over her shoulder, but the darkness cloaked what might lie beyond the realm of light.
    Goose bumps pricked her skin.
    Her breath hitched, but she closed her eyes and thought through her breathing exercise. When she opened them several moments later, her chest, thankfully, didn’t squeeze up, but still fear slithered through her dark and dangerous.
    Steeling herself, she knelt down, almost afraid to touch it.
    Pick it up. Just pick it up. Or throw it away.
    No, she wouldn’t throw it away. How long had it been here? All day? On a deep breath, she picked up the package. Without standing, she slid a finger under the metal brad, folded them together and opened the envelope. Pictures slid into her hand as she tuned to empty the contents, and a white postcard fluttered to the concrete.
    My Angel.
    Her hands shook. Why the hell wouldn’t he just leave her alone?
    She grabbed the white card and stood, anger and fear warring within her at what he was doing to her.
    "Hi."
    Christian whirled at the male voice. The pictures flew out the open envelope and splattered across the ground as she staggered back a step.
    Her heart slammed against her chest.
    A man stood a few feet behind her, holding a laundry basket. A familiar man, he stepped closer and the last of the shadows left him.
    "Lieutenant Morris?" she gasped. What was he doing here?
    He smiled, a quick flash of straight teeth. "Yeah, I live a few condos down. I was doing laundry." He settled the basket on his hip and held his hand out. "I’d heard Drayson and Geoffery talking about the new girl that moved into Drayson’s condo. I had no idea it was you. How do you like it?"

    He dropped his hand back to his side.
    "F-fine." Drayson and Geoffery were her next-door neighbors. Drayson taught theater music at Georgetown University, which was how she’d found this place. He’d moved in with his partner, who managed the condos. Lieutenant Morris worked the special crimes division of the Washington, D.C.
    Police Department. They’d met under strained circumstances several months ago.
    "I’m sorry I startled you." Morris had a well-modulated voice. Probably went with the job. His dark hair was cut short enough, she wondered why he just didn’t get a buzz. He was the same as she remembered him from a few