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hair that whipped around her face. It was almost like seeing the perfectly fashioned heroine of a video game come to life. There was no way any healthy male could ignore her presence. She aroused every fantasy his mind had ever come up with, and she drew on every ounce of lust that coursed through his body.
    He quashed the wanderings of his mind, reminding himself that she was clearly in trouble. This was no fantasy. They were standing in the middle of the road in the dark, with a storm on the way.
    “Are you all right?” he demanded.
    “I’m fine, but...phone. Do you have a phone? Call 9-1-1, please!”
    “What’s your emergency? I can help you if you’ll just tell—”
    “Dammit, are you stupid? I don’t need help! Dial 9-1-1—there’s a dead woman in the woods!”
    He dialed. Then, slowly and precisely, he identified himself and their location—and the situation.
    “Did you discover the body, sir?” the operator asked.
    “No—I was stopped on the road by the woman who did.” He looked at Devin. “Who are you?” he asked.
    “What?”
    “Your name. They need to know who discovered the body.”
    “Devin. Devin Lyle.”
    “Devin Lyle found her,” he said into the phone. “Please send someone.” He knew the operator would keep him talking while the police were dispatched and he needed to find out what was going on, so he hung up.
    “Where?” he asked Devin Lyle.
    She pointed toward the woods. “But...but don’t go in there. The cops...they’ll want the crime scene intact, right?”
    “Ma’am, I’m an FBI agent. Are you sure she’s dead?”
    “Yes.”
    “Did you try CPR or just take her pulse?”
    “Sir, she’s dead.”
    “Agent,” Rocky said by rote. “Agent Rockwell. Do you have any kind of medical training? Are you certain that she’s dead?”
    “No,” she said. “And yes, I’m sure.”
    “Where is she?”
    Devin Lyle’s finger rose, and she pointed.
    Rocky hurried through the trees.
    And found the victim.
    She wasn’t far from the road; there was a break in the trees, and there she was.
    For a moment he forgot his years of training and fieldwork. He simply froze. Body...and soul.
    It was déjà vu.
    She was lying just like Melissa had lain, limbs and head creating the five points of a star.
    And on her breast lay...
    A silver medallion. A pentagram.
    Around her throat...
    A red ribbon of blood.
    He didn’t move to her side, only stood rigidly and stared.
    Devin Lyle came up behind him. He suspected she thought he was being respectful of the dead woman.
    That wasn’t it, though. He was simply frozen by his memories.
    “Are you going to try to revive her?” she asked quietly, only a small note of irony in her tone.
    He could hear sirens; the police were on the way.
    He turned to face the dark-haired woman who had stopped him. “When did you find her?”
    “Seconds before I stopped you.”
    “How did you find her?”
    She pointed. “My home is just there—on the other side of the trees.”
    “How did you know to look for her here in the dark? Did you hear something? Did she cry out?”
    “Yes, I—I don’t know what exactly. I heard something. Sobbing—a cry. Something.”
    He broke his paralysis and moved forward carefully, hunkering down to set two fingers on the flesh of the woman’s wrist. She was cold. She’d been here awhile.
    No attempt at resuscitation would have helped.
    Her eyes had been green, her hair a soft brunette. She was clad in a simple halter dress and light sweater. At least the dress was pulled down decently, almost tucked between her outstretched legs.
    He heard car doors slamming. The cops had arrived.
    “Hey!” he said loudly, so he could be heard. “In here!”
    A moment later two uniformed officers came through the trees and into the little clearing. They were competent and compassionate at the same time, the first checking the victim and securing the scene, the second speaking with Rocky and Devin Lyle. It was while they were in the