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D.J. didn't care for the way her heart pounded in her throat. She'd always excelled at this type of crisis situation in the past, never becoming upset or losing her nerve. She'd even been considering a move from her current position on the street to a crisis reaction team. |
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But now she wasn't so sure. Here, in this hotel room, she tasted feara metallic flavor she detestedat the back of her mouth. She'd never had this happen to her before. But then, she'd never been responsible for another person's life before. In all the other crisis situations in which she'd been involved, she'd only had to worry about herself and the bad guy. |
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D.J. swallowed, once, hard. The taste remained. She ignored it and tugged on her arm. When |
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