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"Well, as it?" she dean lay in his roo fan as it whirred He’d spent all his tih the various files on the victims The stories he’d heard about the Galveston diah his mind, but so far, all he had was the fact that if Kelsey’s vision was true, Rose Langley had left Galveston with the dia had disappeared after a poker gaain

Chelsea Martin had been a part-tie Tara Grissoiven the about their past likes, loves or hobbies

He started trying to find everything he could on Sierra Monte There were plenty of newspaper articles, but he wasn’t looking for background on the investigation He wanted to know lad to discover that he could trace the articles and police interviews to some of her friends and find old references on their social networking pages She’d written one friend about an "ae had an old reference to a ring she’d bought in New York’s dianificent--and I could afford it!" Sierra had written

Clearly, she’d had an interest in gems and jewelry Just like Chelsea

He tried all the social connections he thought the young women had most likely used He turned his attention back to Chelsea and Tara and looked through the links, and discovered that both woe of the country--kept up Facebook pages The pictures of their past lives es of condolence, addressed to their fa He wasn’t sure what he’d discovered; he hoped so would click in his mind at some point

Finally, he’d tried to sleep

And, of course, what he’d learned about the young woh his head, but then he found hiht dully of the ti Alana He’d often wondered if it would have hurt any less if she’d died of natural causes But ulti huer, and she had loved his work and the history of the Rangers--that of the stoic, heroic frontier protectors, and that of the men who’d pictured themselves above the law Her own father had passed away, but he’d also been a Ranger The idea of Logan’s changing his line of work to so safer had never coht become a victim of violence

Alana had known he loved her She’d known that he would have given his life in exchange for hers, without question She had loved him in return If they’d ever been able to discuss the situation, she would have ser That’s the way the beans fell, and that’s that"

Since he’d coible cases A bank robbery A gang ith homicides There was one case in which a clever killer had un--but he’d forgotten about the way circu, afraid of the death sentence, carried out with frequency in the state of Texas

And then Logan had been told tofan went

Hearing Alana call to him when she was already dead hadn’t been his first experience with the unacknowledged senses He’d had opportunities as a child to embrace both Apache and Comanche ways--entirely different frons and learn lessons froods; they were energy and strength and power The Apache saw a different world, in which there’d be an afterlife, and you ht host riders, because there was a soul, and the soul lived on Dreaht help a warriormost Indian nations Not to mention the fact that the American west offered certain natural flora that occasionally enhanced a dream-walker’s quest "All natural," an Apache friend had told hian had said Yes, the world was filled with the natural--and what soood and bad in as natural--and supernatural

Logan’s first supernatural occurrence had fallen on the beneficial side A young Apache girl had been kidnapped, and it was suspected that her own father had done it He was known as a cantankerous alcoholic, who’d taken a strap against his sons often enough There was little love for the er in his direction But while sitting with his grandfather, watching the sirl She was crying and afraid, and he thought he saw her at an abandoned eh he’d been seventeen at the time, and a "tinted white boy," as some of his relatives called hiht in the Texas Rangers The ate They’d found the girl--with the corpse of another They caught the pedophile who’d kidnapped the girls and assaulted thean had lied, of course He’d said he’d heard the infor with his cousins across family land on the outskirts of the city, he’d noticed the buildings on the abandoned farether That was the day he’d known he was going to be a Texas Ranger

He’d learned to focus and had honed his abilities At tirandfather in the years since he’d died, and to other "souls," those he’d known and those he hadn’t He did understand one thing: If a soul had ain He had heard Alana when she’d called out to hiet aith her rave site often and long; he’d wandered the house with the little picket fence that they’d owned together--now sold--calling out her naone to the restaurants they’d frequented, spent hours in the park where he’d proposed, ridden the Texas plains where they’d often taken his cousin’s horses, and no matter how hard he tried, how hard he focused, he couldn’t find her Not even in his dreams But when they’d recovered her body, buried in the coffin, the oxygen supply not properly set, he thought he saw her eyes open He thought she touched his cheek He had heard her whisper, "Goodbye, ood"

They were the words she’d often said to him when he went off to work

He had been convinced she was alive He’d tried to drag her out of the coffin and into his arms Insanity had struck him, and he’d beaten back his friends, heedless of injury to them All he’d seen was that Alana needed help It had been Tyler Montague, another Ranger, who’d finally taken him by the shoulders and wrestled him down, and it had been the tears in Tyler’s eyes thatthe evidence they would need to see her killer convicted

He’d taken a two-year leave When he’d co that smacked of the supernatural