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Daniel shook himself. He’d half expected to see his prime suspect here, but it wasn’t supposed to go down like this.
She wasn’t supposed to move in slow motion as if they were starring in their own personal chick flick, the part where the hero sees his dream girl across the room.
Eileen strode down the middle of the room toward him, cutting right through the fracas on the dance floor. But not even one of those raging dipsomaniacs so much as touched her. Instead, the crowd parted like she was Moses and it was the f*****g Red Sea.
His breath caught as the light sparked off the red highlights in her dark hair. Her ridiculous curves shifted fluidly in their black leather casings. Unbidden, the image of a black panther stalking its prey flashed through his mind.
He forced himself to tak
