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my inappropriate behavior earlier. I might have taken advantage of the situation .”
    A tsunami of blood rushed to my face. H umiliat ion riddled my spirit for reading too much in to our interaction . He’s about to warn me about my flirtin g. But d id he know I was flirting? How could he tell how I feel ? A m I obvious? Embarrassment elevated my core body temperature and I started to sweat—first on my upper lip and soon after, everywhere . He asked me to the prom.  But now I know he was only joking . It’s February , prom ’s not until May , h e couldn’t have been serious. I’m such an idiot. Someone like him would never be interested in me. I stared at him with no idea what kind of expression was on my face.
    “Don’t say another word ,” I said, holding an outstretched hand towards his face, “ I know you were only trying to calm me , and I appreciate you coming to my rescue . I wasn’t looking where I was going. You might have even saved my life , and I should thank you again,” I babbled incoherently .
    He placed his index finger to quiet my lips . With a mischievous grin, h e spun me to his other side, push ing me backward towards the wall . S preading his arms protectively around me , my back rested against the spongy limestone.
    “That’s not what I was going to say, Fiona,” he whispered , his gaze burn ing into mine with an intensity I had never experienced before . T he scattered light rays from the ceiling turned his eyes into liquid metal. C aught in a mental whirlwind, confusion plagued me , my emotions frightened me. I had lost control, mind numbed, h is eyes weakened me and my deadened legs threatened to give way.
    He caressed my face with his iron hands; my lungs restricting me to s hallow breaths. W e shared an intense gaze, neither of us daring to blink. He drew closer, entering the shadows between us, breathing in the scent of my hair as his lips neared my ear .
    “I was going to say I couldn’t help myself , ” he said with a smooth voice.
    My heart dropped to the bottom of its cage, eye lid s slamming shut without permission to hide my excitement. I replayed his words, bask ing in my euphoria . He held my shoulders , pushing closer . I trembled.
    “Sorry about that ,” a familiar voice resonated from down the corridor.
    M y trance broke. Our eyes widened in a panic , and he released his grip , taking quick giant steps backward. W e scrambled, pretend ing to search the ground for evidence. I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of unfounded resentment toward s the detective. I glanced across the room at Maddie and she raised an eyebrow, pushing her lips into a straight line. She knew.
    “I have some terrible news, Fiona. I have to get you home immediately. Let’s go , ” the detective said as he rounded the corner.
    With a frozen face, the veins in my forehead puls ed . I searched his expression for a clue about why I had to leave without delay .
    “What’s wrong ? ” I asked with resignation.
    “Gerald Smith broke out of Huntville Prison. He left a riddle in his cell; it was decoded by the feds. It said he was headed for your house.”

3 DAMIEN ’ S STORY
    After we had driven Wolfe home, the detective continued to follow Maddie and me to my house on Nikale Street. I wasn’t surprised to see a black Lincoln Town Car with government issued plates in my driveway. My forensic kit in hand, w e rushed through the front door and located my parents in the living room — engaged in an animated conversation with a gray-haired man in a black suit.
    Feds—I preferred to call them black suits.
    “Fiona, thank God you are safe! ” m y mother shouted , scuttling across the room .
    She grab bed me , cradling me before pulling back to see if I was alright.
    “Mom, I’m fine,” I said, smiling as I stepped away. “So, what is going on ? That Smith guy broke out of prison? The one who wants to get even with D ad ? ” I turned to wards Detective Chase, “Is he the guy that we just