"Positive." Reid looked down at his book, thinking of Lyle Kensington, a man who had stalked and tried to attack Leah while she was a freshman in college, just thirteen years old. No one but Reid knew of the attack, as he'd somehow managed to fight off Kensington. She'd sworn off men that night as she watched the resident nurse bandage Reid's hands where Kensington had cut him with the knife he'd held against Leah's throat. The next night Reid had given her the bracelet she always wore.
Morgan chuckled, not noticing that Reid's thoughts were a thousand miles away from where they flew over St. Louis, Missouri, a thousand fifty, to be exact.
