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With shaking hands, she unzipped her bag and reached inside for Cole’s wallet.

Cole stared back at her from a California driver’s license. He hadn’t lied about being a California boy. Ignoring the cash in the billfold, she jammed her fingers into the slot behind his license and pulled out a stack of cards.

The gold-embossed letters on the top card blurred before her eyes and she slid down the length of the door until she was crouching against it.

Cole Pierson was a DEA agent, and he must be looking for the woman he believed murdered Johnny Diamond and stole his drug money.

He was looking for her.