Who could it be?

Leaning casually against the wall, Shawn flicked his lighter open and shut.

In stark contrast to the grimy, decaying warehouse, he looked immaculate—his expensive suit tailored to perfection, his polished leather shoes gleaming under the dim light.

With a faint, almost teasing smile, he said, "Miss Bates, why is it that every time I see you, you're always in some sort of trouble?"

Catherine froze, her breath ...