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who—you’re looking for. And if you ever want to give Euphoria another try, just let me know. Our doors are always open.”
    She shook his offered hand, holding on to it a moment longer than necessary as she smiled up at him and studied his eyes. An understanding shined in them, along with an almost sentimental respect. He knew what she was looking for, and she wondered for a moment if his understanding was because he might be looking for the same thing himself.
    “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”
    He sat on the edge of the desk and crossed his arms and ankles, giving her an easy nod as she turned to leave. A tingle burst inside her then, an almost uncomfortable itch that had her wanting to bolt for the door. But she kept her composure intact, burying her disappointment deep down while chastising herself for feeling any sort of regret in the first place.
    As she pushed through the outer door and stepped out into the night, she knew Mac had been right. So tonight wasn’t her night. So she didn’t see everything she wanted to see. So what. There were other nights, other places. She’d find what she was looking for, eventually.
    The lift that thought gave her as she crossed the street and made her way down the block toward her car eased her mind somewhat. She basked in how the tension that had been holed up inside her for the better part of the last half hour began to slip away with each step she took. She felt better, and surprisingly, as she stood beside her car door and fumbled with the Audi’s fob on her key chain, she felt more secure.
    Until she reached for her car door handle.
    A huge man came out of nowhere and closed in on her from behind. A hot, rank breath blew into her hair as he growled out a nasty “Bitch” close to her ear.
    Her stomach twisted. Panic threatened to freeze her solid.
    She couldn’t let it. She had to do something. Run. Fight.
    Survive.
    She grappled with the door handle. He was too close. Too big. She had no idea how she would get away, or even if she could. Blood shot like fire through her veins. Her heart never beat so hard. A scream grew inside her chest, rushing up from deep within her throat.
    It never had the chance to make it past her lips.

Chapter Two
     
    The slap of each footfall as Sheriff Tye Carter stormed down the hallway reverberated like gunshots breaking through that eerie middle-of-the-night silence. The creepy noise, and the way the pale blue hue from the overhead fluorescent lights painted the drab walls with a sickening milky glow, only added to the dread already taking hold in his gut.
    Jesus, he hated hospitals. Strange for a guy in his position, he knew, and it certainly wasn’t something he went around talking about. But it wasn’t like he had a choice in being here tonight. He had to come. He had to make sure, had to see for himself, that she was all right.
    As he bolted past exam room after empty exam room, the phone call that had woken him from the first deep sleep he’d fallen into in weeks replayed in his head.
    “Sheriff Carter?”
    Groggy, it took him a moment to respond. “Yeah, who’s calling?” His voice came out thick, and more than likely a bit too gruff.
    “Sheriff, it’s Elena. From down here at the ER?”
    He propped himself on an elbow in bed, a hair more alert now, and flicked on the bedside lamp. Two-fucking-fifteen, the clock read. Great.
    “Elena? What is it?”
    “Sir, it’s Ms. Morgan. Paramedics brought her in about a half hour ago.”
    Panic ripped through his sleep-clogged brain. He sat straighter in the bed. “Laine?”
    “Yes, sir. Tom asked me to call you. Said you’d want to know.”
    “What the hell happened?” He tossed the covers off and planted his feet on the floor, trying like hell to wrap his brain around what Elena was telling him.
    Laine. Hurt. Damn it to hell.
    “No one’s sure. Tom said that he and Chuck received a call about an injured woman found in the alley behind Pete’s