CHAPTER 7That night, lying in a motel bed alone, he thought about Amy Gold, and tried to shake his head clear of her beautiful face and alluring shape. "Bad, bad, bad," he whispered aloud, "Trouble, trouble, trouble." Trouble on the job, trouble solving crimes, trouble trying to patch up a crumbling marriage. With a little enthusiastic attention, Amy Gold could revitalize his manhood, maybe even restart his heart, but everything else spelled trouble... trouble... trouble.
At last, he understood the wary look on the face of Brian Hayden, the unit supervisor who paired the junior and senior agents. Any other move would have seemed contrived, a declaration of distrust toward the agents' self control. Yet Hayden knew that temptations often steamrolled common sense. A momentary weakness in jud
