Chapter Nine
Beatrice: 1988
Beatrice sat in the dark of the Georgia night, a hundred yards from the battered Ford Fairlane and the bleeding Frank Adams. She hadn’t meant to bloody him, but that happened during training. Still, she hadn’t meant to.
The heat scorching the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center had been at the front of her mind while she’d waited hidden in the back of the car.
Now she had a different heat to consider. And it wasn’t one she liked. She didn’t want to feel this way about anyone. Especially not some piece of crap off the street who had tried to carjack her. Except Frank Adams wasn’t that. She knew more about him than she was supposed to, had managed to talk her way onto the background investigation team.
He lived with three other guys in a third-floor walk
