The brunt of the storm may have gone out to sea, leaving only a few inches of snow, but the winds had been brutal along the coast. She had fought against its strength driving back into Boston. Against all odds, she had completed her mission. She just didn’t know whether she had been successful. Frozen to the bone and exhausted, Cameron returned to her apartment to find the police swarming her small, over-crowded street. As she had suspected, a search warrant had been issued for her home, and was now in the process of being executed. The moment she set foot back within the door, Greg waylaid her. Frazzled, he couldn’t seem to get a coherent word out of his mouth. She didn’t need him to become unglued. She didn’t have time to calm him. She had other issues pressing…like the detective glaring at her. She recognized him. He had been one of the officers who had taken Zach down for questioning. What was his name…Waters? “Cam, where…where have you been?
