Urban Sensation. Debra Webb

provoked. Why on earth was she surprised? Lies were often used as effective tools in law enforcement, from cover profiles to interrogation techniques. She’d used them herself on numerous occasions.

      But this had been personal and she wasn’t about to forgive Evan Hunter…no matter how good his motivation for dropping off the face of the planet.

      And if the Feds were involved in her case, they’d damned well better get on board and fess up.

      The chief had a contact or two. Maybe he could determine if the Bureau was snooping around in any capacity. She glanced at her watch. Dammit. She was late.

      She had a date at the morgue.

      The click-click-click of doggy toenails announced the arrival of Princess. She looked expectantly at Rowen.

      Okay, she had a date at the morgue after she took Princess for a walk.

      Life was all about priorities.

      She thought about Carlotta Simpson and her decision, despite the threatening weather, to walk home at such an ungodly hour, thereby saving herself the fare. Death was about priorities, as well. The difference was, you didn’t get a chance to regret your decisions.