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windows were locked, so were her doors. Had her mind been so consumed with the case that she’d forgotten parts of her morning routine?
    Ugh. She got up and headed for the bathroom. After turning on the water, she got undressed, dropping her clothes on the floor. She reached over and closed and locked the bathroom door. If someone had gotten into her house, she definitely didn’t want to be caught naked.
    Her cell phone rang from the nightstand in the bedroom. They could leave a message. She stepped under the hot spray of the faucet and closed her eyes. A big mistake. The faces of the two victims swam across her eyelids.
    What if the man who killed them really was the same one who had taken her mother’s life? Was it possible that after all these years, her mother’s case would finally be solved?
    She lathered her hair and turned her back to the faucet. Was Colin right and the perp was fixated on Cassidy? Why? She didn’t fit the profile of the victims. Well, not in her day-to-day life. If she dressed nice and put on makeup, she would be just as pretty. She rinsed and turned off the water. Others in law enforcement wouldn’t take her seriously if she looked like a Barbie doll.
    Still…a momentary thought of luring the perp from hiding by upping her looks flitted across her mind and was quickly dismissed. Jeans and sweatpants were better suited for a law officer in the small town of Clear Springs.
    Her cell phone rang again. She sighed, wrapped a towel around her, and hurried to answer it. The caller hung up before she could press the button.
    “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”
    She grabbed her gun and whirled, keeping a tight hold of her towel. “Colin! I could have shot you.” She narrowed her eyes. “How did you get in here?”
    “I picked your lock.” He leaned against the doorjamb, looking as delicious as a slice of chocolate cake. “You don’t have a very good security system.”
    “Why are you here?” She set her gun back on the stand and headed for the bathroom.
    “You didn’t answer your phone.”
    She rolled her eyes and slammed the door. Of all the nerve. A smile teased at her lips. The wide-eyed look on his face at seeing her in nothing but a towel almost made her forget her anger. Almost. Darn. She’d forgotten to grab clothes.
    She opened the door an inch. “Could you hand me those clothes over the back of the chair, please?”
    “You sleep in gym shorts?” He squeezed them through the crack in the door. “Not very sexy.”
    “No one to impress.” She quickly got dressed and ran a brush through her hair. She stepped out of the bathroom and glared. “Explain again why you’re here?”
    “Oh.” He pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. “I was doing some computer searching and ran across this website you might be interested in. Mind if I use your computer?”
    “In here.” She led him to the second bedroom which she used as a guest room, not that she ever had any guests, and an office. She flipped the top of the laptop and stepped aside.
    Colin’s fingers flew across the keyboard. What he pulled up make her stomach roll.
    “How did you find this?” She watched in horror as the first victim, Amber Wilson, dashed through the forest, glancing with terror over her shoulder. The video went on to film her killer slash her throat.
    “Here’s the other one.” Colin clicked to another link.
    “My God.” Cassidy’s knees sagged. “Snuff films.”
    He nodded. “I’m not convinced the films are the reason for the murders, but merely a convenient means to let others enjoy the unsub’s handiwork.”
    She leaned against the desk and put a hand over her face. Not once in her years as a detective had she seen something so sick.
    Colin grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her to him. Before she could take a breath, his head descended, his lips claiming hers.
    For a second, she responded, before stepping back and stomping on his foot. “What are you