LATIN GROOVEBack in Budapest training foreign cops at the International Law Enforcement Academy, FBI Special Agent Dawna Shepherd had staged a dozen mock bank robberies. On this quiet Monday morning in her hometown of Amity, Texas—at a branch inside Walmart, no less—she was witnessing her first real one. And she couldn’t do one thing to stop it.
A minute earlier, her withdrawal slip dangling from her hand, she’d been idling at the WAIT HERE sign behind a strawberry blonde whose silky hair fell straight to the center of her back. Automatically, Dawna’s hand went to her own curly blonde locks. She stopped herself. No quick pat would subdue their riot. Sighing, she gave her attention to the only window open at nine o’clock in the morning. From six feet away, she read the petite dark-haired t
