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Sabrina Greenlee wrapped her arms around herself to keep her heart from flying out of her chest.

She hoped, however, that anyone looking at her would simply think she was attempting to stop the cool north wind from tunneling under the hem of the jacket she’d stolen off the rack at that truck stop in Indiana.

Yes, stolen.

I’m a thief.

Discounting the M I swear to god,” he snarled lowly as he held his cell phone to his chest to muffle the microphone.

“What?” Knox lifted his hands. “Who’s O’Toole?”

“She’s an FBI agent. And she’s here wanting to talk to me about you .”

“Fuck,” Knox grumbled as his gaze darted to Sabrina.

She suddenly felt the strangest sensation. It was like she was leaving her body. The noise of the sheet metal machine sounded very far away. Her vision tightened into a tunnel. And the ground disappeared from beneath her feet until she was free-floating in space.

“Damnit, she’s going down,” Hew said in an accent that reminded her of Good Will Hunting .

Who’s going down? she wondered dreamily a second before the world faded to black.