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and froze. Someone was in his apartment. He reached for his gun, then cursed as he realized that he'd had to hand it over to the Captain. He could shut the door and call Lazarus to come and subdue the intruder, but he knew if he could make it to the counter, he had another pistol in the drawer.
    He moved beside the door and pushed it open. He waited a moment then quickly glanced into his apartment. He didn't see anyone. It may have been his nerves that made him think he'd heard something. He waited another moment, and then walked as quietly as he could manage to the kitchen drawer. He pulled it open and swiftly palmed his Beretta. He glanced at the living room, nothing there. He backed against the hall wall, and with both hands on his weapon at the left side of his body, he crept slowly toward the bathroom.
    "Put the gun down before you hurt yourself, Mitch." He turned swiftly and pointed it at the voice, her voice, but she wasn't there.
    "Who are you?" he said nervously as his eyes darted around the living room.
    "I am who you think I am."
    "And who, or what, exactly would that be?" He still had the gun pointed at air. He couldn't see who he was talking to, but he knew he didn't trust her. He was looking at major prison time here, maybe even the death penalty.
    "Did you not ask me last night if I was her? Oh, for Christ's sake, Mitch, put that damn gun away. I'm not going to hurt you."
    He could imagine the things she could do to him if she could make herself disappear, but for some reason he believed her. He didn't know why, she was trying to get him thrown in jail for the rest of his life. He lowered it and sighed. "You have some explaining to do."
    "I know," she said, and her voice cracked with emotion.
    He turned his head to the side and looked at the couch. There was a perfect impression in the cushion like someone small was sitting there. Why did she sound so upset? He should be the one in tears here. "You can start anytime," he said, his tone unrelenting.
    She sighed. "You're in trouble."
    "Tell me something I don't know," he said, staring hard at the couch, where she was invisible but clearly present.
    She looked at him. Was he angry with her, or…oh God, he thought she'd gotten him in trouble. "You think I caused this." It wasn't a question. She could tell by the look on his face that's exactly what he was thinking.
    "You haven't exactly given me a reason why you wouldn't do this to me. Are you saying you didn't frame me?" He waited a moment and listened hard. Was she crying? "Damn it! Quit being a coward and show yourself."
    "It isn't that simple!" she shouted through her tears. "I've already broken too many laws."
    "Yeah, I would say you have broken a few laws, twenty of them. Murder is illegal in every country in the world. Framing a cop for murder is illegal as well, so you've broken twenty-one laws. I'm positive I can come up with more if I had more time, but I don't have more time! They are going to put me in prison and probably give me the death penalty for this."
    "I didn't kill those people, Mitch, and I didn't frame you. I've been trying to help you find the killer. I don't know who it is, but I know what it is."
    He closed his eyes and rubbed his free hand down his face. He was exhausted, and this wasn't helping. She was trying to make him guess everything. "What the hell is it then, a witch, like you?"
    He thought she was a witch? Maybe that would be a little easier for him to believe, he already seemed to. No, she couldn't lie to him. If he ever did find out what she really was, he'd hate her. Here goes everything. She glanced at the window; the sun had set, so she was safe, sort of. She made herself visible before his eyes.
    His eyes grew wide as he stared at the most beautiful woman he'd ever gotten the privilege to look at. Her body was toned as if Michelangelo himself had sculpted her. She had long dark brown hair and bright green eyes. Those eyes had captivated him from the first moment he'd seen