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Sam
closed the front door and sighed, relieved to be free of her fear for
the next eight hours. She knew James was involved in organized crime,
but she also knew that the first person he had ever killed had been a
victim in an unsolved murder and the lab couldn't even identify the
victim. She could become his second victim as soon as she started
talking. Sure, he had hooked up with her just to have a contact in
law enforcement. But Sam couldn't do a thing against the fear he
created in her. She knew her colleagues would understand and even
take care of business if she told them. Especially Zora and their
supervisor Horatio Caine.
But IAB could request her to leave.
Even though there wasn't a city in the world she loved more than
Miami.
Working as a QD lab tech in the Miami-Dade Crime Lab was a
very demanding and tiring job, but for Sam, it was a welcome change,
a welcome distraction from James. Damn him.
When everything goes
totally straightforward, something has to hold you back from
kamikaze.
Sam's life hadn't been a misery; in fact, no life could
have been more enjoyable. Sure, her parents divorced when she was
only fourteen, but her mom, who was an doctor, MD, decided they
should move to Miami because she could get a better job here.
Sam
nor her brother ever minded.
Home was cosy, high school was fun.
Good grades, fun friends, nice hobbies... what more could anyone
want? College and university she also passed smoothly. Sam couldn't
even find the smallest thing to complain about on her first three
years at the lab. Until she met James Costero a year ago, at a party
of one of Sam's brother's rich friends. She thought she had fallen in
love with him, but she was actually scared of him. She had realised
that only a month ago. It had taken twenty-six years to build her
life and career to what it had been. It took just a year to destroy
most of it.
