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that has eluded the law—but I believe most of these women met the same killer. They all just disappeared. And of all the corpses and skeletal remains we’ve discovered so far, we’ve only been able to match two of the women to missing-persons reports.”
    “Are you putting together a task force?” Logan asked him.
    “More or less. I’m putting together a team.” Logan began to feel uneasy. He’d looked up Jackson Crow. He had a reputation for being a crack behavioral profiler; he also had a reputation for running a crew of—for lack of a better term—ghost hunters. Hired by a somewhat reclusive government bigwig, Adam Harrison, he investigated the unusual. To the man’s credit, it seemed that his team generally found real human beings who’d perpetrated the crimes and brought them to justice.
    Still…
    Somehow, he felt Crow knew something about him. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling.
    “And you want me to be on this team?” Logan asked.
    “We have one special unit working now—a team of six, and six seems to be the optimal number. I’m starting a second team. I don’t just want you to be on the team—I want you to head the team.”
    “Why?”
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    “You’ve had incredible success finding missing people,” Jackson said smoothly.
    Logan didn’t blink. “Logic,” he told Crow. And a little luck…
    “Logic is the most important tool we have,” Crow agreed.
    “I’m a man of logic myself.”
    Logan winced, then said f latly, “You look for ghosts.”
    “I look for killers,” Crow said, correcting him. He indicated the briefcase. “I have a lot of info on you, too, of course. I know you’re exceptionally talented.” Crow hesitated, thoughtful for a minute. When he spoke again, it was with both respect and empathy. “And I know that your wife was kidnapped by the brother of a drug runner you put in jail.
    I know you found her—buried in a pine box. The killer had been playing a game with you, but he screwed up. He didn’t provide enough oxygen. You were able to find her, although no one ever really knew how. You just found her too late.”
    Logan felt tension seep into his bones. Alana had been gone nearly three years, yet he still couldn’t think about her without a sense of loss and rage burning in his gut. She’d died because he was who he was. She’d been a shimmering spirit of laughter and giving, and she had died because of him. His exceptional talents had been useless.
    Her death had sent him into the hills on a long leave; only a return to the land far from the city had somehow kept him halfway sane.
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    son Jackson Crow had just given him. Sad, but true. Those on the fringes of life were often simply not missed.
    “You have what we need,” Crow told him.
    No, I don’t, Logan thought. I failed the woman I loved.
    “I’m a Texas Ranger,” Logan said, startled by the sound of his own voice, which was almost a growl.
    “Yes. You returned to being a Ranger,” Crow said. “Because you can’t help yourself. You have to work in law enforcement. But, even as a Ranger, you have limitations. I can provide unlimited resources for you.”
    “Thanks. I like being a Ranger. I’m not so sure about being a fed.”
    “It’s a matter of choice. Texas pride aside, there are a few things you might want to keep in mind, such as the fact that federal services have jurisdiction everywhere. In our case, of course, we work where we’re invited in, except when we’re talking about criminals and situations that cross state lines. That’s always our jurisdiction. Crossing state lines is something killers do often enough. It’s as if they know they can throw law