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same green eyes, and that same five o’clock shadow he’d yet to
shave.
    Instead of the suit, he had changed into something
that seemed to fit him better. The man was more at ease as he sat at the table,
his long legs outstretched as he picked at the pretzels in a bowl in front of
him. With his faded plaid shirt, scuffed jeans, and an olive green jacket, he
looked like any other lumberjack or hunter that came through town over the
fall. If Dawn hadn’t have seen him earlier, she would have never guessed he was
FBI, a cop, or anything more than someone looking for work or game.
    Come on , she pushed herself. Just get it
done and over with. The longer you stand here staring, the more suspicious you
look .
    That was when it hit her. She’d been staring at him
for at least a minute, and he was looking right back at her. There was no way
to deny it, and now she had to scramble to come up with an excuse that didn’t
sound suspicious.
    “Hi, sorry,” she finally forced herself to stutter as
she approached the table where the federal agent sat. He’d picked a spot along
the wall, far enough from the other diners to go unnoticed by almost everyone
except for Dawn.
    “It’s fine,” the man said as he picked up the placemat
that doubled as a menu. The look he was giving her didn’t agree with his sentiment,
but he didn’t seem angry, either. More than anything, he appeared to be curious
as his eyes met Dawn’s again.
    “It’s just…” Dawn struggled, looking for something to
say. “Didn’t I see you earlier today? Down at, well, whatever that was up the street?”
    In the end, honesty was her best bet. There was
nothing inherently suspicious about a young woman walking by a crowd of people
on her way to work. She was no one but a face in the crowd that just so
happened to catch the eye of one of the officers. Nothing more, nothing less.
    “I think so, yeah,” he said. A smile began to touch
the corners of his full lips.
    “Bit of a mess, I guess,” Dawn said, trying to keep
the conversation on what had happened in town so that he didn’t direct any of
his interest toward her.
    “I’d say,” the agent replied with a soft shake of his
head.
    “People are saying it was a bear attack,” Dawn said,
suddenly realizing she was just as curious about what had happened as the rest
of town. Despite her internal arguments to the contrary, there was no denying
that a vicious animal attack just off Main Street was interesting.
    “Could be,” the man said with a thoughtful look.
“We’re looking in to it.” That was when he stuck out his right hand for her,
and on some ingrained instinct, Dawn offered her own. “Kevin Nash, FBI,” he
said as he gave her hand a firm shake.
    “Dawn Garrett,” she introduced herself, the name so
familiar that it was more her own than any of the ones she’d gone by before.
“Wait,” she said as he released her hand. “Really, Kevin Nash? Like the
wrestler?”
    “You watch wrestling?” Agent Nash asked with an
impressed smile. “You don’t really look like the type.”
    “Well,” she said, feeling just a little more
comfortable now, “my dad and I watched it when I was a kid. Kevin Nash was one
of his favorites from the nineties.”
    “That’s pretty cool,” Agent Nash said as he smiled at
her, a real smile this time, and it sent a jolt of electricity through Dawn as
they locked eyes again. “Your dad the owner of this place?”
    “Nah,” Dawn said, forcing herself to stay casual even
when being asked about her family life. “My dad passed away when I was little.”
    “Sorry to hear that,” Agent Nash said. “Mine did, too.
I know that pain too well.”
    “Thanks,” Dawn said as she awkwardly shifted her
weight from one foot to the other. “So, um,” she struggled, forcing herself
back on track. “What can I get you?”
    “Let’s see,” he said as he turned his attention back
to his menu. “I’ll go with one of your cheeseburgers, and some fries,