CHAPTER THREE
Alexa sweated all the way to the U.S. Marshals office in downtown Phoenix. Her hands gripped the steering wheel of her Jeep, desperately trying to stop herself from hyperventilating.
She’d faced Drake Logan and she lost, just like she always did. The same with the Jersey Devil, who she had put away during her stint at the FBI. She kept going back to killers in her past, kept trying to one-up them, and kept losing.
So why did she do it? Did she do it just to lose? Why would she want that?
Never mind. Hernandez wanted to see her about a case. It must be something important if he was contradicting his own order for her to relax for a while.
The U.S. Marshals office for the state of Arizona was located in a glass and steel high-rise in Phoenix’s downtown business district, a
