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what number Tommy, the computer guy, was.
                  Rick knew he shouldn't touch Katie, but he rose, walked around his desk and settled his hand on her shoulder anyway trying to discount the way she leaned slightly into his touch, the way her body heat shot straight up his arm.
                  She kept her head averted. Her musky scent slid into his lungs, knotting him up with regret and awareness. His hand was mere inches from the creamy flesh of her throat, the warm cleft where her neck and shoulder met, where he used to--
                  Get a grip. "Are you sure I can't get you something to drink?"
                  "No, thanks." She dragged in a deep breath, then went on in a wobbly voice that mangled his insides. "Tony said Henderson was responsible for Grace's accident, that he made it happen."
                  "Where was it?"
                  "Just north of One Fiftieth Street on Western. There's a hard curve there."
                  He nodded. "On the edge of Edmond city limits. I'm familiar with it."
                  Just two weeks ago, a man had made a local news for taking that curve too fast and flipping his car forty feet into the ravine below. Grace could've done the same thing.
                  "So," Katie said, "Tommy did what Henderson wanted while he was in prison."
                  "Using the prison's computer? How long did it take the warden to catch him?"
                  Never.
                  Rick's eyes widened
                  She glanced over. "He's that good, Rick. A computer guru."
                  He nodded, prompting her. "But when he got out, Tony refused to help Henderson?"
                  "Yes."
                  "So you think Grace's accident was deliberate. And now she's disappeared with Tommy. I can see why you're concerned." Rick said gently. With some surprised, he recognized a flare of anger. Grace was always pulling stunts, putting Katie through all kinds of hell and expecting her to ride to the rescue. "Doesn't Tommy think Henderson will look for him?"
                  "I really don't know what he thinks." She stepped away from Rick and pulled a tissue from her purse.
                  Rick's hand fell to his side, and he moved back to his chair. Jaw tight, he shrugged off the insidious thought that she'd once again rejected him.
                  "I begged Grace to meet me somewhere, but Tommy said those men might be following me, too. I haven't seen anyone, though."
                  If someone from the mob was really tailing her and they knew what they were doing, Rick knew she wouldn't see them. "She could be with Tommy on a lark, Katie. Look at her track record."
                  "I know her track record!" Her gaze shot to his. "Would I be here asking for your help if I thought this was a joyride?"
                  Ouch. "You have to admit she's done this before."
                  "This is different, Rick. I can tell. I heard how frightened she was."
                  She frowned. "I don't think so."
                  "Did anyone at the hospital hear or see a struggle? Did Grace scream?"
                  "No, nothing." Worry carved deep lines beside her mouth.
                  "She probably went with him voluntarily, Katie."
                  "I don't know. I guess."
                  He hated the torture in her soft blue eyes. "So why would she do that?"
                  "She believes him, I guess."
                  "About Henderson?"
                  "And Tommy's claim that he's turning his life around. He's called her every night since he got out, trying to mend fences. I thought she'd stand firm this