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sadness in your soul, Kristen Rodale.”
    Kristen felt the blood drain from her face. “Sadness isn’t a crime is it?”
    Sheridan sipped her coffee. “No, it’s not. But someone as young as you shouldn’t be so sad.”
    “No one ever said life was supposed to be happy.”
    A cloud passed in front of Sheridan’s eyes. Kristen had hit a nerve. But just as soon as the sorrow appeared, it vanished. “Like I said, I pay seven dollars an hour and I also have a room above the studio, which you can use. I lived in the apartment until a couple of months ago. Now I live down the street in the youth shelter.”
    “Why the shelter?”
    “The old director quit unexpectedly and they needed someone to run the place. I like the kids so for now it’s my home.”
    “More people to save?”
    “I suppose.” Sheridan broke Kristen’s gaze and let it travel over her building. “The apartment is yours if you want it, though I’ll expect you to open the shop each morning by eight. That’ll save me from having to arrive much before the 9:00 a.m. class. The shelter has a 10:00 p.m. curfew, but I never seem to get to bed before midnight.”
    Life had made Kristen cautious, skeptical of lucky breaks. Sheridan just seemed too good to be true. “Why me?”
    She lifted a brow. “Why hire you? Can’t say. A gut feeling. Sometimes you have to be willing to take a chance on the unknown.”
    Sheridan was offering a job and a place to stay—a rare and wonderful combination. Kristen had purchased a social security number in Atlanta two months ago, so the paperwork wouldn’t be an issue. It would be nice to call one place home for a while. And Lancaster Springs seemed like the last place Antonio would ever look for her.
    Sheridan seemed to sense she’d not quite convinced Kristen. “Oh, did I mention the apartment has a microwave and small fridge?”
    Here she could save more money. If she were careful she could save up enough for a car in a matter of months. “Sounds like heaven.”
    “It’s nothing fancy, but it is clean and safe.”
    Safe.
    There was a time when Kristen had believed she’d never be truly safe again, which was why she’d crisscrossed the country and still kept a thousand miles between herself and Florida. Hiding had become her specialty.
    Yes, to stop moving was risky, but she’d covered her tracks well.
    She was safe.
    Kristen held out a hand to Sheridan. “I’ll take your job.”
    The woman’s grip was firm. “Good.”

Chapter 2

    Tuesday, April 24, 2:33 p.m.

    D ane Cambia checked his watch. He itched to get this meeting going.
    A week ago, he’d contacted Lucian Moss, a UCLA dropout who ran a company that specialized in computer security systems. Other corporations hired Moss to test the integrity of their networks. So far, there hadn’t been a system he couldn’t hack into.
    The front door of the pub opened and Cambia recognized Lucian Moss from the last day of the Antonio Benito trial. He remembered Lucian’s anguished outcry when the “Innocent” verdict had been read. Moss’s uncle had been among the Churchmen murdered in Miami last year.
    The computer expert wore a Grateful Dead shirt, an old black leather jacket, faded jeans and scuffed leather boots. Thick black hair brushed broad muscled shoulders, making him look more like a Hell’s Angel than a computer geek.
    Cambia rose, waved him over. The men shook hands and sat down.
    A waitress came and took Lucian’s coffee order. If she thought Moss looked out of place in the tony Washington pub, she showed no sign of it.
    Cambia waited until she’d delivered Lucian’s coffee and topped off his mug. “Thanks for coming.”
    “Sure.” He pushed his coffee aside.
    Dane lowered his voice. “We share a common enemy.”
    Moss twisted an onyx ring on his pinky finger. “Really?”
    “Antonio Benito.”
    Hatred darkened Moss’s eyes. “What’s Benito done to you?”
    “My sister was Nancy Rogers, a Miami cop assigned to guard Elena Benito.