What Sarah Saw
Several hours later, Jocelyn dropped her pen, her hand aching from writing up her clients' notes in their files. Glancing toward the window, she saw the patrol car still in front of the pawnshop. She stood, stretching her arms above her and rolling her head to ease the tension in her neck.
A knock sounded and sent her whirling around toward the door. She stared at it, not moving an inch. This time someone pounded against the wood, prodding her forward. She hurried from her office into the reception area and peered out the peephole. The sight of Sam Pierce stunned her. She hadn't seen him in months—not since she'd worked that child kidnapping in New Orleans with him. It hadn't ended well, and they hadn't parted on good terms.
Sam pivoted to leave. Quickly Jocelyn unlatched the lock and pulled the door open.
Halting, the over six-foot FBI agent glanced back at her. Dressed in a black suit with a red tie, dark hair cut short, he fixed her with his intense stare, his tanned features making a mockery of the cool January weather.
"Jocelyn, it's good to see you again."
The formality in his voice made her wonder if he was only trying to be polite.
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