By Marilyn Lee
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Mike straightened in his chair, a surprised look on his dark, unshaven face. "Hey, Chief. " Dan fought for control and leaned back in his chair, letting some of the tension flow out of his shoulders. He clasped a hand below the base of his hairline and slowly rotated his neck. "Sorry. " Mike frowned. " he said shortly. Mike shrugged. "Fine. She'll live, unfortunately. " A tidal wave of relief washed over him. He narrowed his eyes and tightened his lips in an effort not to show it. "So she came away unscathed.
Tia had told her how he'd stared at her in the hospital. At first she'd shared Tia's indignation, but now that she'd met him, she felt sort of ... complimented. How shallow could she get? Okay, Hanna, get a grip, she admonished herself. Work now. Pleasure later. Maybe. But not with the likes of Dan Janson. She jimmied the lock on the center drawer of Hillhower's antique desk. Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled the drawer open. Hillhower's bank statement was on top. It was dated just two weeks earlier.
What's with you, tonight? " He felt heat rising up the back of his neck. "What are you talking about? " Mike stared at him, a speculative look on his face. "But you've always seemed to take a very personal interest in her. Enough to–" "Can that bull and answer my question. " Listening to the litany of injuries, Dan found it difficult not to wince. " A fresh wave of blood shot up Dan's neck. He leaned forward and spoke in a low, angry voice. " Mike drew back. "Don't go where? You know what they were doing before they were hit.