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didn’t usually have any detail in him out of place. But now he looked like he was falling at the seams. He focused his eyes on her and she felt her spine stiffening as an impulsive reaction to the shot of sexual electricity that she was somehow the only one feeling, because his body language remained as impassive as ever. “Can you help?” 
    She heard the plaintiveness in the voice, the helplessness, the desperation. Like he believed she was his last resort. And it made her immediately focus on the case. She almost jumped from her seat when things fell into place. 
    “Oh my god! This is Suzanne’s daughter? I didn’t connect the names at all!” Suzanne was his only sibling, so there couldn’t be anyone else.
    “Yeah, well, she goes by her married name now so there’s no reason that you should have recognized it. But now you can understand why we need your special kind of help.” 
    This time, she was the one who sighed so she could calm herself. Suzanne’s brother might be an asshole, but Suzanne herself was a lovely, wonderful and kind friend. She could only imagine how she was feeling that her daughter was missing! 
    “Sit down, Hunter,” she said in a gratefully more controlled voice as she settled down again to continue reading the article. 
    HUNTER brought up a chair closer to the desk so that they could talk properly—Evie and him. He almost smiled at that. They could never talk properly, and it had been a long time he could almost swear he missed quarreling with her. But instead, he patiently waited for her to attend to him again. Even though he wanted to start wringing information out of her right away, he’s learned a long time ago that it wasn’t the way it worked. He would sit here quietly and wait until she was ready to speak, how ever long it takes.
    As it turned out, he didn’t have that long to wait. 

Chapter Three
    “OK, Hunter,” Evie said. “What I’ve got is this—Crista is alive. She’s scared, but she’s alive and that’s a positive.” She did not tell him because it could set up crazy images in his head, but she was also grateful that whoever has taken Christa has not started doing what-she-was-taken-for things to her. “The place she’s being held is…” she closed her eyes, “is dark and feels damp. It’s probably a basement or cellar of some sort, but I can’t be sure. She knew the person who took her; that’s why it was so easy to get her. All of the other girls knew this person, too. They weren’t afraid of this person before because they were charmed. That’s why it was so easy. They all went voluntarily and happily. Yes, that’s right. There was a feeling of happiness around them when they went with this person.” 
    “Can you see who took her?” Hunter asked, barely breathing. 
    “No, not yet.” Evie opened her eyes and there was frustration on her face. “But I’m pretty sure I’ll get enough clues to figure that part out. It’s not the most important part, though. It’s more important that we figure out where she is so we can get her home in time for Christmas.”
    “You don’t know how much that would mean to my family, Evie,” Hunter said, his voice breaking slightly. “These last 24 hours have been the worst kind of nightmare.” 
    Evie looked across the desk at Hunter with light, golden brown eyes. She has eyes that looked exotic, and people had always found her eyes to be very unusual. Well, including him, he grudgingly admitted to himself. The unusual eye color made her look more uncommonly attractive. He also knew enough to know that this factor irritated the hell out of Evie because her attractiveness didn’t help her at all and even became a deterrent because pretty as she was, she wasn’t being taken seriously before she showed attitude, something he’s once said she certainly has plenty of. That obviously, did not make a happy Evelyn Snow.
    HUNTER had changed little in the last ten years except he did have more of a