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layering the case with a hope for mental incapacity or by reason of
insanity.”
    “You’re
not going to let that happen, are you? All those kids…practically babies.”
Emmalee’s voice turned heavy with concern.
    “Hell,
no. This bastard can play all the games he wants to. I have a drawer full of
evidence to have him put away for life and in some states, get him the electric
chair or death by lethal injection a hundred and one times.” Peter Dashell, or
CKP Peter as he was known in the news, short for Child Killing Pedophile Peter,
wasn’t the first serial murderer that tried to get off. She knew her job was to
stay two steps ahead of a defendant and his defense team.
    “Phew.”
Emmalee’s sigh was heavy and loud. “Okay, enough of that, did you like your
candy?” The excitement practically oozed out of the phone from her friend.
    “Yes.
If not for it, I wouldn’t have had dinner,” Kindle teased with all seriousness.
The last real food she’d had was when she’d driven through the coffee shop and
grabbed a chai tea and a bagel.
    “Ugh!
Kindle, you really need to treat your body better. Yourself better.”
    “I
will… As soon as this trial is over.”
    “And
the next. And the next. And the next.”
    It
was true, she had been promising that she would take less high-profile cases.
That she would use her vacation time and go somewhere quiet. But, with the case
before her, it would most likely be another year. It had already consumed the
last nine months of her life, since they had caught and arrested the perpetrator.
It was finally headed to trial.
    “I’ll
do it. I promise. But, I did want to tell you thank you for the basket. It’s
good to know that one of us remembered my birthday.”
    “No
comment.” Emmalee laughed.
    “Thank
you.” Glancing over at the box of candy with the card still hidden inside,
Kindle began, “So, tell me who you meant by he.”
    “Um…who
delivered your basket?” There was an unsure tone to her friend’s voice.
    “I
don’t know his name. Some guy from Decadent Treats.” Kindle had read the shop’s
name off the ribbon and flier in the basket. It had also been the words on the
bold man’s tie, but she hadn’t wanted to stare at it…or him longer than
she already had. However, Kindle was hoping he wasn’t the “who” Emmalee was
referring to. “What does a simple delivery man have to do with this?”
    Emmalee
chuckled. “If the person I hope delivered your basket…” She paused then
continued. “Oh, my, did you read him wrong, Madame Attorney. There is nothing simple about Dom Hawk.”
    “Who?
What?” Kindle felt as if she were missing something in the conversation.
    “Describe
the man to me.”
    “Okay,
I’ll humor you.” Nervous for some reason she wasn’t going to try to understand,
she licked her lips. “He was a man.”
    “Funny.
Hair, eye color, build…I’m sure you recall the drill somewhere in your brain
even though it has been way too long since you probably looked at someone for
pure pleasure instead of analyzing them.”
    “Ouch.”
Kindle couldn’t argue with that fact, because her friend’s words were too true.
“Fine. Tall with thick brown hair that was neatly trimmed but still held a
slight wave to it. Broad shoulders and big, strong, capable-looking hands. He
had eyes a combination of greenish-gray, laurel maybe. Nice eyes, but
serious…no maybe too direct like he was looking into my soul—” Kindle
stopped talking. She’d gone way too far. It had not been her intention to go
into such great detail or reveal how the man made her insides shiver out of
nervousness and pleasure.
    The
man unsettled her even when he wasn’t there. Even now her body became
overheated and her breasts felt heavy and her nipples were tightening. Okay,
the man was sexy, plain and simple. Any healthy, red-blooded woman would
probably have the same response while thinking about him.
    “Wow.
I’m glad you didn’t get a good look at him,” Emmalee