At ten p.m. she gave up on the TV and turned it off. She checked that her service weapon was loaded and ready, then placed it in the holster on her hip and grabbed her keys.
"Okay then," she said aloud to no one, and locked her front door securely before strolling to her SUV to make the return trip to Nathan's place.
Because of Jones' cryptic comments, what should have been a routine pickup was sparking her cop instincts - hard. As Lizzie drove, she found herself creeping into what she always referred to as 'ready mode'; that silent grounding of feeling and clarity of thought that she'd experienced on every single warrant team she'd been on in her career.
She just prayed that the hyper-awareness she was fine-tuning with each passing moment would turn out to be unnecessary.
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