nd Detective Joe Shanahan knew she'd been born and raised in northern Idaho. She was twenty-eight and weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of one hundred and thirty pounds.

Joe watched her bend over to touch the ground in front of her. He watched her do some sort of yoga stretches before she took off at a slow jog.

Since he'd been assigned to tail her, he'd developed an appreciation for the sweet shape of her backside. He'd never spoken to her, but he'd seen her up close and personal enough to know she had all the right curves in all the right places.

He set out across the park after her and kept pace with the woman fifty feet in front of him.

Her legs were long.

Her shorts were not.