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Eyes turned to her. She shook her head and backed away from the door.
“Aspen!” Ray hollered. “Get in here!”
“Oh my God!” Shock overcame her. In a panic, she turned and took off running down the hallway.
“Aspen!”
Chapter 7
Declan took a long sip of his chilled beer, trying to watch the baseball game that was on the television. It was in the tenth inning, looking like it was going into the eleventh. He should have been more enthused about the game, but he just couldn’t get in to it.
Aspen.
She was on his mind, and he didn’t know why he was still contemplating doing a background search on her. He’d done it to everyone who lived in his building and any female he’d fooled around with in the past. Hell, between him and Mac, they’d probably checked out half the city between the two of them.
Being cops made it hard to trust anyone. His experience as a SEAL left him only trusting his men, those he knew had his back. The world was cruel, and he knew it from firsthand experiences.
But with Aspen, there was something deep in her eyes that just didn’t sit well with him.
As if she were haunted by something.
He pushed off the couch and stalked into his home office. He sat at his desk and moved the mouse to awaken his sleeping computer.
He’d run the check.
Then he’d feel better.
It would settle all doubts about her.
Placing his beer on the desk, he logged in to the secure website and paused. The cursor blinked steadily in the blank spot for ‘name’. He blew out a deep breath and typed in hers.
Aspen Hale.
The cursor moved to the slot for ‘address’, and he filled in what he knew. He knew her age but was unaware of her birthdate. He filled in as much of the form as he could with the information he knew about her.
Memories of their date came to mind, and he thought of their conversations. She had been vague on her answers about where she’d grown up and her life. Her answers were almost as if they were scripted.
He held the mouse over the ‘submit’ button and froze. He was unsure why he had a sinking feeling about doing this background on her.
A growl escaped him as he clicked the mouse. He leaned back in his chair, running his hand along his face.
It was a simple background check.
Usually the system took a few minutes to search and compile the data on the target. Tonight, it dinged right away.
“That’s strange,” he murmured, sitting back up and taking in the information on the screen. It confirmed the basic information he had entered.
Aspen Hale, 29 years old
African-American female
Parents: deceased. MVA accident
No siblings
No family
No college
