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Einstein said, “The weak revenge. The strong forgive. The intelligent ignore.”
I don’t know if he leaves or not, because I’m too busy staring right into those gentle blue eyes that really do seem remorseful.
It’s enough to break the tension, and an unexpected smile slips free from me. He winks as he leans over. “If you ever want help feeling alive, call me. I could use some life as well.” When he draws back, I feel something in my hand, though I never felt him placing anything there. He walks around to the other side of the SUV, and I watch with rapt attention as he gets in. My eyes finally fall down to the card in my hand as Mr. Arrogant returns to take the passenger side. Logan Bennett… His number is attached to his name, and sure enough, he’s FBI.
“You took three turns,”
my first case was a small one in Indiana. It was a perv who was collecting panties. At first glance, the guy was a sexual deviant who would eventually escalate to harder crimes than panty thieving. It’s why they called us in, because all these women were terrified of a stalker breaking into their homes and stealing their underwear. But the deeper I delved, the more I realized it was actually a juvenile kid. I still thought he was having sexual fantasies. It wasn’t until later we discovered he wasn’t stealing the panties for him. He was stealing them for his mother, because she always griped
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“Twenty-six. New to the area. Constantly moving. And I have an odd fixation with socks. You?”
“Yeah. I’ve lived in almost thirty states. Growing up was sort of boring. We lived in one town. It was small, and everyone knew everything about everyone. After my parents died, it just got worse. Anyway, I’ve moved all over, trying to find what feels like home.”
“So your parents…” He lets the words trail off, seeming reluctant to fully ask what he wants to know. “Car accident,”
smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Twenty-nine. I own a house on a quiet piece of land. It was my stepdad’s, but he left it to me before he died. My mother is living with her newest husband in Miami. So it’s just me.”
“Want to play, Victoria? You know you do.” Ben’s breath feels like acid against my forehead, and I manage to slam a knee up, connecting with his side. He curses and turns his head. “Hold her down!” he yells at Tyler. “Or I’ll make sure she nails you a few times too.” A scream pierces the night, but it’s not mine. I refuse to let them hear me scream. “You scream pretty,” I hear Kyle saying, laughing from somewhere behind us, but I can’t see him or what he’s doing. And I don’t want to see. I don’t even want to see what they’re doing to me.
When you go so long feeling cold and detached, then a complete stranger ignites the dormant feelings you thought were forever gone…you can’t help but be addicted to it. You can’t help but revel in the smiles you forgot how to use, or the laughter that sounds unnatural coming from the lips that haven’t laughed in years.

