![]() ![]() But Frank Hawkins was a detective on the homicide squad and there was nothing young Trevor could do to compare with that. How many times had he watched his father put the job before his family? Hawk still remembered what it was like to search the stands from one side to the other just to see if his father had shown up for a game. He couldn’t do his job and be there for her at the same time. The Hands-on Engagement and Recognizance Operations team had been his family long before he met Olivia, the high-risk missions like heroin to a junkie’s veins.īut her film was shooting in France. It was his love for HERO Force that had kept him away, his passion for the job outweighing what should have been of paramount importance, and he cursed himself for it. She was his fiancée, for God’s sake, and he’d stayed in Atlanta months longer than necessary instead of rushing to her side to keep her safe. He knew she was scared to death because someone was stalking her. ![]() He should have been here with her, damn it. Her dressing room was in disarray, a mess completely out of character for the woman he loved, and self-recrimination echoed in his mind. He squeezed his head, one hand on either side, as he tried to make sense of the scene in front of him. ![]() Olivia wouldn’t leave her purse and phone. ![]() Her purse and phone abandoned in a corner. Her makeup was scattered across the floor. The damning words pierced Trevor Hawkins’ consciousness like a scalpel, evidence surrounding him as if he were on trial. ![]()
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