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Derrick?”
    “Hmm, I’m not quite sure that I’m the one with a problem, little girl.”
    She brushed off the arm of her suit with an air of sophistication as she eyed him. “Unless you have business here, and I don’t think that you do, please remove yourself from my desk.”
    “Yeah, that’s right. Little Miss Prim and Proper doesn’t have time for me unless its business.”
    “Derrick, I have never insinuated that I am any better than you.”
    “Oh no, you warrant much higher status than me because you come from money. I’m just a mere, middle class, ICE agent who deals with menial matters of national security. You know, small things like drug smuggling, child exploitation, human trafficking, and illegal arms.”
    “So, you’re sitting here on my desk to notify me of your job qualifications, Derrick? You’re my partner… I’m well aware of your credentials.”
    She never saw it coming. He leaned over and placed the recorder to her ear. The sadistic pleasure he found in her discomfort when he played it for her could be seen on his smug face. She got up and calmly walked outside but looked like she had just been sucker punched. Derrick wasted no time jumping from the desk and following her as he thought, I guess she needs air… I’m such a bastard. He wasn’t done with the mind-fuck yet, nowhere near fucking done. He wanted her in his bed and he didn’t care if he had to blackmail her ass to get her there.
    “What do you want? Money?” she hissed. “Money, is that what you want? You want a piece of the heiress pie? They cut me out of the fucking will when I became an agent so there’s no money to blackmail me for, Derrick!”
    “Oh no, sweetie. This is not about money. This is all about your little uptight ass. Oh, I do want a piece of the pie all right, a piece of that sweet, little pussy of yours. To put it bluntly, I have every intention of having your little haughty ass at my mercy.” He placed his hand around her neck and squeezed as his whiskey colored, brown eyes cut through her. “No more Mr. Nice Guy, Justine!”
    “What is it you think you have on me?”
    He took out the recorder, placed it by her ear, and pushed the button once again. The voice of a serial killer came through the speaker, thanking her for her letters and visits. He’d had the inmate taping their visits and forwarding their e-mail correspondence to him for six months. Derrick was the one who made sure the convict got computer privileges in the library. He had given his partner enough rope to see if she’d hang herself and she had. He retrieved the folded piece of paper he had in his pocket and shook it out before he started reading it to her. The horrified look on her face was priceless. “I think this letter that you wrote is my favorite.”
    It amazes me how idealistic I was as a recruit. I lived and breathed my training, right down to the rigorous workouts. I was going to make a difference, change the world, and leave my mark on it.
    That all changed when reality set in and I realized that I was in a boys’ club and would have to work twice as hard to gain half the respect that having a set of balls gives you.
    I have done everything right, followed every rule, right down to the letter of the law, and I still have to put up with this political bullshit!
    If I knew then what I know now, I never would have gotten into this line of work.
    “Poor, little, rich girl. Give me a fucking break, Justine. Why would you pour your heart out to a stone cold serial killer?” His hand squeezed tightly around her neck and he glared at her with an intensity that revealed just how angry he was. “The next time you feel the need to talk to somebody, it better be me. Don’t you know secrets have a way of resurrecting even when the serial killer who holds them is on death row?”

The knock on the door caused Grace to jump and she braced herself for opening it to a man who intimidated the shit out of her. She made her way over to