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to convince the lieutenant to call as soon as I stepped out the door.”
    â€œYou think he would do that?”
    Reed raised a brow.
    â€œOkay, so he would do that.”
    â€œWe’ve been lucky to keep the fact that you and Sylvie are Kane’s daughters out of the press so far. With the copycat active again, that luck isn’t likely to hold. Especially with Perreth chomping at the bit for media exposure. Exposure that would get his name in the papers and hurt you—and by extension me—at the same time.”
    Great. Media exposure would turn her and Sylvie’s lives upside down. Her head ached just thinking about it. “So what do we do?”
    â€œPut the media storm off for as long as possible. And hope we catch the copycat. Soon.”
    â€œSo I should be helping. Not hiding.”
    â€œYou should be lying low. And that’s just what you’re going to do.”
    Lying low. Staying safe. Reed’s answer to everything where she was concerned. “I need to see Nadine Washburn’s mother. I need to talk to her.If it wasn’t for Kane forcing me to visit, her daughter wouldn’t have been sucked into the nightmare she’s in now.”
    â€œListen to yourself.” Reed glanced at her, his nearly black eyes sharp. “You’re doing just what Kane wants you to do. He’ll threaten you and Sylvie and innocent women washing their clothing and anyone else he thinks will give him control over you. So unless you’re planning to take responsibility for the whole human race, it might be more advantageous to focus on your visit with him tomorrow rather than beating yourself up.”
    She took a deep cool breath. He was right, as much as she hated admitting it. She needed to put her energy where she could have the greatest chance of stopping the copycat.
    And Kane.
    â€œSo how am I supposed to focus on tomorrow while I’m sequestered in a hotel?”
    â€œYou’re supposed to rest, maybe even eat something.”
    Fat chance of that. She didn’t feel the least bit hungry. And although she was exhausted, she knew she’d never be able to fall asleep. Not tonight. But maybe there was another way she could prepare herself for tomorrow’s meeting with Kane. “We’re going to my apartment first, right?”
    â€œYour apartment?” He shook his head. “I want you safe at the hotel, not in an apartment that isn’t security locked.”
    â€œI need clothing, maybe a toothbrush and some other stuff. Don’t you think?”
    He ran a hand over his face. “I suppose. Sure.” He made a turn and pointed the car in the direction of her apartment.
    Diana leaned back against the headrest. Clothes and a toothbrush would be nice, but it was the other stuff she was most anxious to pick up. She’d done a lot of research into serial killers and Dryden Kane after she’d learned he was her biological father. She’d even gone so far as to insinuate herself into a study the university was conducting on Kane—a study directed by Professor Bertram, the man who had nearly murdered her in his quest for revenge against Dryden Kane. But while she’d worked with Bertram interviewing Kane, she’d squirreled away copies of every paper and note she’d been able to get her hands on. Copies she still had in the storage locker of her apartment building. Since Reed wanted her to prepare for tomorrow, he could hardly complain about hauling a couple of file boxes to the hotel along with her suitcase.
    Reed swung the car to the curb outside the front entrance of Diana’s apartment. He switched offthe ignition and they both climbed out into the humid June air, scents of moist earth and plant life thick from last night’s heavy rain.
    She turned to him as he climbed from the car. “I might need your help carrying some stuff.”
    â€œWhat are you planning to bring?” Reed circled the car and