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start here. I’m willing to turn over our notes to the SFPD if you are.”
    “Sure. Maybe something we pulled out will resonate with them.”
    “I know they went to the bookstore where Nora worked, but I’d like to have a look myself. The Kindred Spirit doesn’t sound like your run-of-the-mill bookstore.”
    “It’s an independent. That name could mean anything.”
    “Yeah, but whatever it is, Detective Winston didn’t make note of it here.” He thumbed through the papers from the P.D.’s case file.
    Christina gathered her three folders together and shoved them into her briefcase yawning open on the floor beside her. “Where are you staying?”
    “Same place as you.”
    “Great.” Her lips stretched into a polite, professional smile. Damn. Someone up there wanted to torture her. “You can follow me over in your car. It’s not far.”
    “Well, I would if I had a car.”
    She pinched her finger with the latch of her briefcase and then sucked it into her mouth. Someone really wanted to torture her.
    “I took a taxi from the airport, left my suitcase in the squad room. I’ll just hitch a ride with you.”
    “Sounds...good.” She wheeled back her chair and grabbed her purse from the credenza. She plucked her cell phone from the side pocket and checked the display, cupping her hand around it. She’d have to swap out the wallpaper photo of Kendall unless she wanted Eric to start asking uncomfortable questions.
    The guilt washed over her in such a strong wave, her knees wobbled and she plopped back into the chair. She glanced quickly at Eric, but he was busy packing up his own stuff and didn’t notice her sudden collapse.
    How could she keep Eric in the dark any longer? All the reasons she’d used to put off telling him about her pregnancy, including the fact that she didn’t know where he’d gone on his leave of absence, came tumbling down around her. She had no excuses left.
    He probably still didn’t want kids and his last kidnapping case with the Bureau had pretty much reinforced that for him, but he should still know about his daughter’s existence.
    And Kendall? She deserved to know her father even if he didn’t remain a constant fixture in her life—not that an absentee father ever did her any good.
    As a child she’d even wished her father had already died some noble death instead of constantly confronting the hurt and pain that he just didn’t want her in his life if she wasn’t going to conform to his lifestyle.
    But Eric was nothing like her father.
    “Why are you still sitting there? You ready to go?”
    “Just waiting for you.” She gripped the handle of her briefcase and slung her purse over her shoulder. She scooted from behind the desk, waving Eric through the door first.
    She didn’t need to squeeze past him, brushing body parts, feeling the warmth of his flesh. It was bad enough they’d be sharing a car and a hotel.
    They shuffled into the squad room to a few nods and a big smile from Officer Griego.
    “Any breaks in the case?”
    “Not yet. Have a good night.” Eric retrieved his suitcase from the corner and they stopped by the lieutenant’s office on their way out. His blinds were drawn and they could hear voices from inside.
    Eric sliced a finger across his throat and pointed to the exit.
    “Are you in the parking garage?”
    “Too crowded. I’m in the lot across the street.”
    They emerged into the sunlight and Christina took a deep breath of fresh air as she fished for her sunglasses in her purse. “You don’t realize you’ve been cooped up all day until you get outside.”
    “It’s always a good idea to take a breather.” Eric slipped his own sunglasses out of his front pocket. “Now we just have a few hours left of daylight.”
    “I’m over here.” She held her arm out and clicked the remote. “Do you even plan to get your own rental car?”
    “With all the budget cuts in place? I’m lucky I got my own room in the hotel.”
    She sent him a sidelong