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The feelings simmering beneath Olivia s cool mask were almost tangible, but she fought to prevent him
from seeing anything. Why did she feel the need to keep such tight control over her emotions? If he didn t
release his frustration at the gym every morning, he d be a bear all day. The job was demanding; you
took release where you could get it.
I told you I understood. You don t have to put on a tough-girl act for me. He paused, awkward. I ve
known strong men to break down at the sight of a child on that table.
She sighed and attempted a smile, but avoided his comment completely when she asked, Did the exam
yield anything useful?
Pubic hair. DocSparks is preparing it to be transported. Do you think your ex-husband would rush
another sample? He tried to make light of it, but Olivia was in no mood for humor.
She turned her back to him and started toward the exit. I ll call Greg and tell him to expect it. Have
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Doug send it to the same place. We have time to overnight it, because even if we put it on a plane again it
wouldn t get there until late tonight. She paused, glanced at him. It s the same guy, though. It wasn t a
question.
No doubt. Zack frowned and followed her out the door. He technically wasn t on duty until four, but
he d already put in dozens of overtime hours, half of which he hadn t logged.
He caught up with her in three strides. What happened on the case you worked? Where the wrong guy
was put in prison?
She jerked, almost imperceptibly, but Zack was watching her very closely. Definite sore spot with her.
The police found blood evidence in his truck that tied him to the girl s murder, she said momentarily.
He lied about his alibi said he was at a bar, but when that didn t hold water he changed his story to
being home alone sleeping off a day of drinking. He was convicted largely on circumstantial evidence, but
the evidence coupled with his lies to police it was an easy call for the jury. She rounded the corner
toward where he d parked after picking her up from her hotel.
And then?
He got an attorney who learned there was a DNA sample from the killer and had his compared, which
proved he hadn t . . . She stopped talking but refused to look at him as she strode down the sidewalk.
She cleared her throat. He didn t rape the victim.
And they let him out? Just like that?
The D.A. realized that their case was compromised by the new evidence. He may have been involved,
but the remaining evidence was circumstantial. There was nothing thatproved he killed her.
Why hadn t the DNA been compared earlier? That s standard procedure.
It s an old case.
Old case? How old? For at least the last ten years, longer in many places, DNA testing had been
commonplace. Zack glanced at her profile as they crossed the street to where he d parked his
police-issue sedan. On the surface she looked young. He d thought thirty or so when he first saw her.
Soft, delicate skin, shiny hair, slender curvy frame. But now he noticed fine wrinkles around her eyes, a
slight weariness to her expression. The way she held herself showed a maturity that most women never
learned to possess. She must be older than he thought. Thirty-five? Older? Maybe the case was the first
she d worked on. She d blown it, took it personally, was on a vendetta
You re not going to play vigilante, are you? Trying to right some wrong you think you did with the
evidence in that old case? Because I m not going to sit back and let the Feds screw up this investigation.
I want this guy. Bad. But I want him by the book. I don t want the bastard to walk because of a tainted
investigation.
She abruptly stopped walking and turned to him, her hands fisted at her sides. Her entire body
reverberated in restrained anger. This murderer has eluded justice for more than thirty years; I will do
nothing to jeopardize a conviction. No one wants this killer more than me, Detective Travis. I m sorry
you have a problem with the FBI, but don t take it out on me!
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She stormed off, stopping only when she reached his car.
Oh, yeah. Something was definitely going on. And Zack would damn well find out what it was.
Olivia didn t know what had gotten into her. She never lashed out in anger. But her entire body felt like a
tightly wound coil, ready to spring, shooting her emotions in all directions.
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