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Finn got up early the next morning to go for a run before her shift started. Colin lifted his head and whined.

“I know it’s early, but if I have to stay in shape, so do you.” She turned on her CD player and hummed along with her favorite praise-and-worship band as the music pulsed through the house while she got dressed.

Dew brightened the grass and already the sun was warm with the promise of a beautiful day. She did some quick warm-up exercises on the porch and then broke into an easy run, with Colin loping along beside her.

Her grandparents’ house was quiet, and she glanced up at the window of one of the rooms Anne reserved for company. The shade was still drawn. John Gabriel. Her heart gave a funny dip just at the thought of him and it surprised her so much that she stumbled. Grinning, she saw Colin looking up at her.

“Crack in the sidewalk.” She laughed.

The man was a mystery. He must have been close to her age when the explosion cost him his arm and his career as an officer. Now he worked with the Madison Agency. She had never met anyone affiliated with it before. Its headquarters were in Chicago, where part of the Kelly family had settled in the 1920s. The agency was low-key, the average person wouldn’t even be aware it existed, yet it had a reputation for excellence in cutting-edge investigative techniques. Some said it was a wild card—a maverick agency that walked on the edge of the law to solve crimes. Somehow she sensed that Madison and John Gabriel were a good fit.

As she jogged around the side of the house, Finn saw the man she had just been thinking about, standing on her porch.

“Good morning, John.” She slowed down and walked the few yards that separated them, hooking an errant strand of hair behind her ear. She tried to ignore the strange fluttering in her stomach at the sight of him.

“Finn.” He leaned down and scratched a spot behind Colin’s ear. “Anne sent me over to tell you she baked cinnamon rolls this morning.”

“I have to be at work in an hour but I suppose I can make time for that,” Finn said. Her heart was still pounding, but now she wasn’t sure if it was from her run.

“I’ll tell her,” said John.

Finn disappeared into the house, and John watched Colin rolling in the grass.

“Sit!”

Colin leaped to his feet, then sat down and looked at him questioningly.

John smiled. “So, you haven’t forgotten all of your training, have you, boy.” He knelt beside the dog and glanced toward the house to make sure Finn wasn’t in view. “Well, we’re going to start working together.” He pulled a piece of cinnamon roll out of his pocket and fed it to the shepherd. “Just don’t tell your commanding officer, okay?”

Anne had been bustling around the kitchen, and as soon as John told her that Finn was coming over, she poured another cup of coffee and brought it to the patio.

“Good morning.”

At the sound of the smoky voice, John looked up and almost groaned. Finn was wearing a light-blue uniform, but instead of looking like a figure of authority, she resembled a high school kid dressed up for career day. Her hair was neatly braided and pinned up in the back. She probably thought it looked more professional, but all it did was enhance the delicate planes of her face—the luminous gray eyes and smattering of freckles across her nose. No wonder some of the officers might be having a difficult time accepting her as an equal.

“Good morning.” Seamus smiled at her affectionately. “You got your run in this morning?”

“Most of it.” Finn took a sip of coffee and closed her eyes briefly in appreciation. “Mmm. This hits the spot. I’ve got to watch for Carl. He’s picking me up in about twenty minutes.”

John didn’t think she sounded like someone who dreaded going to work. She seemed relaxed. Maybe the change in mood that Seamus detected was her concern about his health, and nothing related to her job at all.

“Are you free for supper tonight, Finn?” Anne asked.

John felt Finn’s eyes on him. “No, I think I’ll go to the range after work this afternoon. Do you want to come along?” She directed the question at him.

“Finn.” Anne frowned at her, but Finn didn’t acknowledge the warning.

“Were you right-or left-handed before the accident?”

“Right.” He knew his voice sounded tight. What did she think she was doing?

“I’m assuming as a Madison agent that you still shoot.”

“Yes.”

“I’m probably better than you.” Finn grinned mischievously. “Want to find out?”

“Fiona Isobeale Kelly!” Seamus blustered, but John held up his hand.

“It’s all right, Chief. What man can resist a challenge like that?”

“I’m done at three,” Finn said. “I’m sure you can use Chief’s gun if you didn’t bring yours along. Otherwise I have an extra.” A car horn sounded from outside. “Carl’s here. I’ll see you all later.” She filched another cinnamon roll and slipped out the door.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, then Anne forced a smile. “I’ve got some laundry to get on the line. Help yourselves to more coffee if you’d like.”

“Seamus, did you get Finn the job here?” John asked bluntly when they were alone.

“She scored highest on the civil service test and passed every requirement they had,” Seamus said.

“That’s not what I asked, but thank you for answering the question anyway.” John stood up and walked to the window. The squad car was pulling away. “She looks about sixteen, Chief. Did you think that securing a job for her at a department that’s got any anti-female sentiment was a good idea?”

“You know as well as I do that being a good cop starts here.” Seamus thumped his chest. “She’s bright and has integrity and compassion.”

“Then she should have joined the Girl Scouts,” John shot back.

“Finn got the job on her own merit,” Seamus insisted. “All I did was talk to Chief Larson when she applied for the job. He said that he’d put in a good word for her with the Police and Fire Commission. There’s been some pressure to start hiring female officers.” Seamus saw the doubt on the younger man’s face. “She can do this, John. Everything seemed fine when she started at the department. Then, about two months ago, things changed. I can’t put my finger on it. It’s just a hunch, but something’s going on. She won’t confide in me or Anne.” He looked like the admission stung.

“So maybe she can do the job—but does she want to?” John asked. “That’s the million-dollar question.”

“There was another fire last night,” Carl Davis told Finn on the way to the department.

“Where was it this time?”

“Just a shed behind the hardware store.” Carl adjusted the rearview mirror. “Someone reported it before it did too much damage.”

Finn shook her head. “That makes two this month. The first one was in a Dumpster. Now it’s a building?”

“School’s out and kids are bored.”

“When I was bored I went swimming or played basketball,” Finn said.

“Yeah, well, you probably had a pool.”

“Just a small one.”

She liked Carl. He was in his early forties, with almost twenty years of experience on patrol. He’d begun as her training officer and still kept a close eye on her. Early on, he had told her she could confide in him if she had any trouble being accepted by the rest of the officers. She had gotten to know his wife, Sherilynn, and had taken them up on several of their dinner invitations since she’d been hired.

They walked into the department and the dispatcher, Gil Patterson, shook his finger at her. “There you are, Kelly!”

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You had court a half an hour ago, that’s what’s wrong.” Gil rolled his eyes.

“Why wasn’t I told?”

“I put the notice in your box last week myself,” Gil said defensively. “It was Lessing. They had to let him go because you weren’t there as the arresting officer to testify.”

Finn felt sick. Lessing. “I didn’t get the notice.”

“Chief wants to see you.” Gil wouldn’t look at her now. “He’s in his office.”

Finn had arrested Jerome Lessing for domestic abuse the week before, after a neighbor called to report sounds of a woman screaming. She had witnessed firsthand the bruises on Bonnie Lessing’s face and arms when she’d arrived at the scene. And now the abuser had walked away without so much as a slap on the wrist.

Chief Larson was sipping coffee when Finn stepped into his office.

“Kelly.” He indicated the chair on the opposite side of the mammoth oak desk. “Have a seat.” He put down his cup. “Lessing’s at Marie’s Café this morning eating their dollar-ninety-nine breakfast special—one egg, scrambled, toast with jelly and home fries. Must not care about his cholesterol level.”

“I didn’t get the notice.”

“I already talked to Gil. He remembers putting it in your box,” Chief Larson said.

“Someone took it out.” There, she’d said it.

Larson stared at her in disbelief. “Someone took it?” he repeated. “You mean deliberately? Are you saying there is some sort of…plot…against you?”

“Not a plot,” Finn said in frustration. “It’s just that little things have been happening lately.”

“It doesn’t wash, Kelly. You started out fine. The other officers have accepted you.” He looked disappointed. “I can’t let you blame your negligence on someone else. Has anyone in this department said they don’t want you here? Discriminated against you?”

“No.”

“You’ve got two months left on your probation,” Larson said gruffly. “Let’s see some focus, Finn.”

“Yes, sir.”

She walked out of the office and found Carl waiting for her.

“How did it go?”

“He gave me a promotion,” Finn said, but the joke fell flat.

“Seriously.”

“Seriously? I’m in serious danger of losing my job if I don’t focus.”

Carl frowned. “I’ll talk to the chief.”

“No, please don’t, Carl. I can do this.”

“Here, you can start with some follow-ups, then.” He grinned and pushed a stack of paperwork into her hands.

The well-kept, petunia-studded city of Miranda Station boasted a population of ten thousand people, but Finn definitely earned her salary during the day. By the time she came off her shift, she was tired. The next officer on duty dropped her off at home and she walked up the sidewalk, looking forward to having a cool shower and a change of clothes. She remembered that she had asked John Gabriel to go to the range with her. Well, maybe asked wasn’t the right word. She had challenged him. And he hadn’t disappointed her.

She peeled off her uniform shirt and bullet-proof vest and immediately felt ten pounds lighter. The shower revived her body but not her spirits. Finn knew she hadn’t gotten a court notice in her box. Was Gil the person who was against her working there? Dispatch handled all the reports, and he had complained several times that hers weren’t accurate when he checked her numbers against the computer.

She had just changed into blue jeans and a T-shirt when she heard a knock. Her hair was still damp from the shower and she fluffed it with her fingers as she went to answer the door.

“Come in.” Finn stepped back as John’s tall frame filled the narrow foyer. “I’ll be right back.”

John felt like he was in a doll’s house. Or a storybook cottage. Everything around him was bright and feminine. Not frilly. Feminine. The love seat and chairs in the living room were covered in a white-and-blue print and a rolltop writing desk stacked with books took up an entire wall. The hardwood floors were scattered with bright rag rugs, and an oval-shaped breakfast nook held a small oak table scattered with more books. Along the top of the cupboards was a variety of ceramic teapots. Even though she had only been home from work for half an hour, a candle was burning on a small table by the window.

He walked over to blow out the candle and saw an open Bible next to it. It obviously wasn’t a decoration. Some of the verses had been highlighted with a fluorescent pen and bookmarks stuck out everywhere.

Finn emerged from a room down the hall and caught him studying it.

“Part of the Kelly family legacy? A badge and a Bible?”

“No.” She held his gaze. “But it will be.”