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local police and an ambulance." He gave Katie's address and then rolled the man over and slapped some cuffs on him in case he woke up before the municipal police arrived.
    Katie walked around mumbling and trying to straighten her things.
    "You have to leave everything the way it is for the crime scene techs."
    She looked at him with a blank expression. "Crime scene techs?"
    "I'm sorry, but your place is officially a crime scene right now."
    "That's all my underwear!" She grabbed at a few of the silky things. "Not a crime scene!"
    "Unfortunately, it is. You have to leave it all here until the scene has been completely processed."
    "This is all your fault! You and your stupid agency!" Katie threw her hands in the air, sending the underwear she held flying around the room. A pair of black satin bikini briefs landed on his head.
    She stood there, looking at him as Kaiden reached up and removed the undergarments from his head. Placing them on the bureau, he turned her toward the living room.
    "Why don't you wait in the living room for the police?"
    "I don't feel like it. I want to clean my room."
    "Well, you can't. Not right now anyway."
    "Hmpf! Well, it's not like I would wear anything he has touched ever again anyway." She turned and stomped from the room. Katie McCoy had a hot temper, something he thought he might enjoy under different circumstances.
    Kaiden punched in his boss's number on his cell phone. Hunter picked up on the first ring.
    "I'm at the McCoy place. Someone totally tossed it."
    Hunter let out a long low whistle. "So she is involved."
    "No. I don't think so. I think someone else thinks she is. I caught the guy in her bedroom sifting through her unmentionables. We are just waiting for the locals to get here to haul him away."
    "Well, once they get there, you can head back to the wedding if you want. Thanks for handling her."
    "Are you serious, Hunter? By the time I get there Logan and Angie will be on their honeymoon already! Besides, I am not done with Ms. McCoy."
    "Why? A minute ago you said she's not involved."
    "I also said someone else thinks she is. Our guys busted her front door pretty badly. She isn't safe here."
    "What's your plan, James?"
    "At the very least, the agency owes her a hotel stay for wrecking her front door."
    "Fine. Check her in somewhere and then call it a night."
    "Why are you in such a rush to get me away from her?"
    "One of the guys told me you know each other. Breaches protocol. You are off this one, James."
    "What the hell, Hunter?! You said I was the only one who could do it. Left my cousin's wedding and cut my vacation short because you said it was a matter of national security!"
    "I didn't say that!"
    "You know you did! I'm not letting this case go. Not until I figure out what Nathan Marks is up to. He is the case, not Katie."
    "Katie?" Hunter shot back. "We're on a first name basis now?"
    "Let it go, boss."
    "Just get her squared away in a hotel and we will talk later."
    Hunter disconnected before Kaiden could say anything else. Voices sounded from the living room so he exited the bedroom. Katie animatedly described the events of the evening to a detective who appeared barely old enough to drive. Kaiden motioned to a uniformed officer and led him to the suspect.

Chapter Four

    Ninety minutes later Kaiden stood feeling awkward in the lingerie department of a twenty-four hour big box store. Katie didn't want to wear any of the underwear that the creeper had touched which was pretty much everything so there he stood, surrounded by panties.
    In another place, under other circumstances, silk, satin and lace rubbing up on him would have been a turn on. At one in the morning, in a building that smelled of dust and must, nothing got turned on except his allergy response. He needed an antihistamine and a cup of coffee in the worst way. And maybe a sandwich. Or some fried chicken. His stomach rumbled at the thought of hot, moist fried chicken and buttermilk biscuits. He had missed dinner,