Detective On The Hunt. Marilyn Pappano

in bright light. The color warmed her face and the fabric hugged her body, showing only a faint bump where her Taser was holstered.

      She wasn’t so nothing special as he’d thought just a few hours ago.

      Scowling, he climbed into the truck. Sam, JJ, Georgie and Lia—he’d talked to more people today than he usually did in three or four days combined. He was ready to take JJ back to her car and regain his usual solitude, but when he opened his mouth, that wasn’t even close to what he suggested.

      “Want to get some lunch?”