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    “Neither have the bodies of his other victims, but given what we know,” Maggie leaned over the table and shifted through a few papers, “Burrows was not known to travel out of Culpeper for longer than a day or two, and only to photograph scenery in neighboring counties.”
    “So, we are in agreement? He plans on returning to his hometown?” a female agent at the table asked.
    Maggie glanced at her, sure of the conclusion but unable to shake the lingering doubt. “This is profiling, after all. Half of what we know is assumed until we find hard evidence.” Maggie blew out a breath. “Okay, next. His intended target or targets.”
    Everyone grappled at papers on the table and uncovered the photographs of prior identified targets. Maggie clicked a button on the remote and a picture of the first potential victim filled the screen. They needed to produce a more concise list of victims Burrows would likely target before the night ended. Maggie glanced at a wall clock: 11:30 p.m.
    Her phone buzzed. “Agent Weston.” She moved a stack of manila envelopes around.
    “Agent Weston, it’s Brandon.”
    Maggie didn’t know why but his smooth voice filled her with a sense of warmth. She strained to keep from outwardly expressing a response. Any relationship with Marshal Worth beyond a professional acquaintance was out of the question. She’d made a decision a long time ago she would be married to her work. At least here she could somewhat control her life. And now, she was just too busy grappling with the Burrows case to accommodate anything new and unexpected, especially if it came in the form of a well-built and dangerously handsome man.
    After she’d graduated from college and completed a successful internship with the FBI, the agency cleared her for employment and it had been work, work, work, ever since. Maggie threw herself into her job, logging a significant number of hours that won her a promotion into the profiling unit. Once settled into the Burrows case, Maggie felt confirmed in her choice of profession. Too bad her family couldn’t understand her lack of desperation for a man. They wanted her to model her sister — career lawyer, yet married with children: the ultimate stage of happiness. Maggie planned her life around the one thing she believed could bring her just as much joy — at least for now.
    So why was the faintest sense of longing stirring within her?
    “Marshal, hi. Any updates?” She kept her voice professional.
    “We got an unconfirmed sighting of Burrows at a gas station south on Route 29.”
    “Route 29…”
    “Still waiting on exactly which gas station he was in, but it was a sheer miracle we were even called.”
    Maggie mouthed to everyone about a Burrows sighting. “Really?”
    “It just hit the airwaves about Burrows and the other missing prisoners. I’ve picked up two, and another team was able to nab a third.”
    “And that leaves Burrows.” Maggie didn’t admit she couldn’t care less about the other criminals as long as Burrows was locked up. Not all violators of the law possessed the ability to coolly snuff out a life with their own hands.
    “Anyway, the witness at the gas station had followed the trial and immediately pegged him.”
    Maggie heard a voice in the background, followed by an answer from Brandon. “Are you busy?” Maggie asked hesitantly.
    “I’m actually walking into the hotel as we speak. You never told me how charming this place is. I drove past a Civil War reenactment, and was tempted to stop and watch.”
    Maggie smiled. “Too bad. The last time I was there I didn’t get a chance to enjoy much of the town either.”
    Brandon let out a groan. “Tell me about it. Work has us visiting so many places but we really don’t get to see them. Anything new on your end?”
    Maggie bit her lip, unsure which news to share first. Her gut told her Burrows would continue to Culpeper and nowhere else. Identifying Burrows’s next victim, or if there would