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opened but no words came out. An electric current filled the air, circling around them, shooting through them, binding them in a strange awareness.
    He wondered how long he would have stayed there like that if his radio hadn’t crackled and interrupted the spell. The ticket was in her hand and she was looking at him strangely.
    “Let’s call a truce,” he said as he walked away, not waiting for an answer.

Chapter 4
    Angela sat at her computer, her mind not on her work, but on her latest run-in with her nemesis. He’d asked her if they could call a truce, and she wanted to. It would be the wisest move. She was literally playing with fire and like a stubborn child she was craving more.
    She kept thinking back over the allegations she’d made against Officer Remeris. She’d attempted to harden her heart against remorse, but somehow he kept poking through her reserve. A little voice in her subconscious whispered that he didn’t deserve what she’d done. Well, neither did her brother deserve what they’d done to him.
    Unfortunately, Angela had not been able to uncover one single thing that would help to prove her brother’s innocence. It didn’t help that the majority of the Spanish she knew was swear words. And it definitely didn’t help that for over a week she’d holed up in her apartment not going out, even to the store. The only place she’d ventured was the prison and only once. She hadn’t wanted to run into Officer Remeris again.
    In some strange way she’d found herself looking for him, enjoying their fights. With the realization of that came the knowledge that her heart was beginning to skip a beat when he stopped her. So she’d gone into hiding, determined not to venture out until she could properly sort out her rampant feelings, and make sense of them.
    Angela sighed loudly. Being alone in Pilsen was getting to her, making her have crazy thoughts and even crazier dreams. Unable to sit still, she got up and scrounged her empty pantry for food. Finding none, she checked the refrigerator, which was nearly as empty. She had no choice but to venture out and buy groceries. Her only hesitation was where, to a big chain or to a neighborhood store where most of the customers spoke in Spanish and looked oddly at her.
    Yeah, this entire plan needed some work. How the heck had she thought she could help her brother when she didn’t even speak the language?
    Angela reached for her purse. She’d try again. What did she have to lose? She’d do the same thing she’d done for the past two months since she’d moved into the neighborhood. She’d try to strike up a conversation with someone and hope that would help.
    At this rate the search would take the rest of her life and she couldn’t afford it. Not that she wouldn’t devote the rest of her life to helping free her brother, but financially she could swing six months tops of paying for two places to live. If she didn’t find Teresa in the next four months she would have to move back home and continue with an Internet search.
    With that knowledge came renewed energy. Forget about groceries; she could pick something up from a local taco stand. She needed to walk the neighborhood, go into the shops, make her mission known.
    She walked for several blocks down Damen, even stopping to go inside two of the ornately decorated churches, the first time to pray for her brother, the second time out of guilt, to pray for forgiveness for what she’d done to Officer Remeris.
    When she came out of the church, she turned right and walked down Blue Island. Only a block into the street, a bad vibe hit her. She could swear she felt eyes watching her. She checked her watch, surprised that she’d been walking so long. Five hours. The fast approaching dusk should have been a warning.
    She was aware of footsteps behind her and stifled a scream. She even resisted an urge to turn around to see who it was. The imminent sense of danger continued to mount and she couldn’t shake