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she’d gotten here the day before. Taggart spoke with her family and they informed him that she was a runaway, but had previously been in Chicago where she’d gotten into prostitution.”
    “Are you thinking this morning’s victim was trying to set up shop here?”
    “Yeah. Either that or she was visiting a friend.” Kevin thought back to early this morning when he’d spotted Hash standing with Clarisse and Rachel behind the yellow tape. Something about that just didn’t sit right with him. “Hash and two of Bee’s girls were at the scene this morning. I’ll take a stroll this evening and see if I can dig up any information.”
    “And Elle? Does she know about the murder?”
    Kevin didn’t answer right away, as hearing Elle’s name threw him off kilter. He stared down into his coffee as their first meeting well over a year ago seemed to materialize in the deep brown liquid.
    “Miss? You dropped this,” Kevin said, picking up the black scarf that had fallen to the cold ground.
    The tall woman with a glorious figure turned at the sound of his voice, her head tilting just so in question. Her black hair fell around her shoulders and seemed to cover most of her with the exception of her cleavage. The strands were as black as the leather corset she was wearing. The rest of her was just as beautiful and the black tights did nothing to hide her long legs beneath a short matching skirt. She had some type of jacket over her shoulders, but the waist seemed to stop right below her breasts. He had to wonder how she was walking around in this cold with hardly anything on.
    “Are you talking to me?”
    Her voice had a slight tremor to it and he had his answer on whether or not the weather affected her. She was downright freezing, but tried not to show it. It was obvious she worked the streets and that she was looking for her next john. The protective edge that was embedded within him roared to the forefront, taking him by surprise. Kevin had the urge to keep her warm, keep her safe, and he would damn well make sure that she never had to live this type of life again. It was that moment that started his downfall.
    “Isn’t this yours?” Kevin asked with a small smile, holding up the scarf.
    Her eyes left his face to look at the item in his hand. Nodding in answer and taking the soft fabric from his hands, she then wrapped it around her neck. Again, the color of the material and her hair blended together until he couldn’t tell which was which. It was her rich brown eyes that captivated him the most. Long lashes that seemed to never end framed them just right, yet something inside of them seemed locked up tighter than a pirate’s chest. What secrets or treasures were lying within?
    “Yes, sorry.” The raven-haired beauty returned his smile. “I’m just not used to being called ‘Miss’.”
    Kevin’s gut tightened upon hearing her matter-of-fact tone as if there was nothing wrong with her statement. He’d been raised by a mother who would have smacked the back of his head if he so much as forgot to open a door for her let alone address her properly. He knew that times were different, but his upbringing was so engrained in him that he always reverted back to his manners. He wanted her to know what it was to be treated like a woman.
    What astounded Kevin the most was the fact that she didn’t have that weathered look women in her profession usually acquired over time. Her skin was flawless, her pearl white teeth were captivating, and her eyes still contained a little life that seemed to dim in the prostitutes he’d come to know.
    “Elle, get back to work.”
    The words were like explosions. Kevin shot Bee a sideways look to let him know he didn’t care for the man’s tone. It didn’t help that the low level pimp shooed her away as if she were some unwanted pest that had gotten too close. Kevin had to remind himself that this wasn’t the time or place. He had no right to interfere with Bee’s business or with