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Listening to the siren from the backseat of the black Ford Excursion took its toll on Jana’s head. They’d been barreling down Kentucky Interstate 81 for over an hour, weaving in and out of cars. The headache started low in the back and was accentuated by ever-tightening neck muscles. And now, it crept its way forward. The intensity of the past few days was manifesting itself physically. Her neck and shoulders were in knots, but in the boy’s club of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, this was no time to show weakness.
She’d spent so much time with Cade that to separate now seemed so abrupt. For the past several days he had acted as a sounding board for her, but now she felt more on her own, more alone. To ease her pounding head, Jana needed a distraction. Staring off into the Kentuck
