Taylor strolled through the precinct dressed in black slacks, a white dress shirt and brown leather coat. Her badge had been recovered the other day when they caught the man that had mugged her. Her revolver holstered beneath her coat, and it felt right. She was thankful not to have to pretend anymore. Undercover work had seemed glamorous at first, but it had turned out to be a nightmare. One she did not care to relieve anytime soon.
It had been a week since she turned over the evidence she had found. There was still no word as to the labs finding. Taylor found her desk and took a seat. She had a ton of paperwork to deal with, but she found it hard to focus. Her mind kept drifting away to that small town. To those dark eyes and that stunning smile. She had cried herself to sleep every ni
