Crew's arms felt about the best they ever had as he held me against him, chin on the top of my head, the familiar scent of him filling me with more comfort than I think he'd ever understand. Jill stood close by, still dripping, reporting to the FBI agent my boyfriend brought in to take over the investigation. Not that he didn't want to handle it, but with the cross state crimes tied to the murders, he deemed it smart and from the way his old partner, Liz Michaud, greeted him when ...