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would make me feel much better if I knew that her case was being actively investigated.”
    Gagne raised his chin. “Of course it is being actively investigated. I’m here aren’t I?” Gagne turned to his vehicle and put his hand out to open the door.
    Feeling desperate, Jerry grabbed his wrist. “Detective please, just let me-”
    Gagne fixed him with a death stare. “Take your hand off of me.”
    Jerry dropped his hand, but moved between the detective and his vehicle. “Sorry, but why won’t you just hear me out here? I really think something bad has hap-”
    Detective Gagne interrupted him again. His voice sounded low and dangerous. “Move out of my way.” Jerry had a second to think he probably should move, and then Gagne thrust his hand behind his back, under his suit coat. He’s going to shoot me , flashed through Jerry’s mind and then Gagne’s hand was back out. He had his handcuffs and quick as a cat he slipped one over Jerry’s wrist.
    “You’re under arrest.” Gagne growled it, pure anger shining out of his face.
    Fuck , Jerry thought. A perfect streak, ruined. I haven’t been arrested in 18 years, and then I go and get Detective Short-Fuse and it’s all over .
    “Arrested for what?” Jerry managed to get out, as Gagne twisted his arm behind his back and pulled back the other one, cuffing them both together.
    “Obstruction of justice. Harassment of a police officer. Is that enough for you or do you want more charges?” Gagne pulled Jerry to the back of the suburban and opened the door. “Get in.”
    Jerry climbed in the vehicle, his mind racing. What was he going to do now? All he wanted to do was look for Sara, but admittedly, he didn’t have any idea where to start looking. And here he was, being arrested and taken to jail. Well, I guess I can start looking there , he thought crazily, and felt his brain slip a notch. His headache was pounding again.

Chapter 5
    S ara Acosta came fully awake in an instant, like she always did. Her eyes snapped open and took in her surroundings. Clear. She looked at the clock. 4:30 p.m. Perfect. She’d gotten almost 4 hours of sleep, which would have to be enough. She snapped off the alarm before it could blare annoyingly and swung her feet out of the motel bed onto the floor. She looked down at her outfit. Her stretch pants were fine but her shirt was wrinkled. Well, she didn’t have anything to change into yet, so it would just have to do. She hated stretch pants, but they were the only pants small enough to roll up and fit in her small cross-body purse she always wore. When she ditched her dress last night, balling it up tight and hiding it under a large rock, she had already dressed in these clothes. At least they were comfortable.
    She slipped her feet into her shoes, black satin slippers she also carried in her purse at all times. They were no good for fighting or kicking, but they were good for running as long as the ground wasn’t too rocky or covered with glass or something. And for stealing cars and driving all night? They were perfect. With her shoes on, she headed into the bathroom to make herself presentable. She had a lot of work to do.
    Precisely 4 minutes later, thick, black hair (she had stopped about halfway the night before and dyed it in a gas station bathroom) pulled around her face, and her teeth scrubbed clean with her finger, Sara headed out the door to begin her life as Brooke Barnes. She dropped her motel key (she had paid cash a few hours ago, claiming to have lost her wallet and slipping the clerk an extra $20) in the drop box and walked the 8 blocks to Las Vegas First Community Bank, dodging the crowds on the sidewalk like an old pro.
    Inside the bank, 8 minutes from closing, she gave her story again about losing her wallet, but she dangled the safety deposit key in front of the clerk’s eyes and said she had a passport inside the box that would verify her identity. She knew this close to the time when they could lock the