slightly. She turns, her flaming red and curvy hair bouncing. Her smile is dazzling as she laughs, her teeth perfect white squares and her lips as pink as a pink rose's. I look away and ahead, not daring to think of her this way. I assigned Hayley as one of the investigators for an FBI case. Not because I wanted something pretty to look at—heck, I'm too old for her, anyway—but because of her expertise in homicide. She's solved more cases in half a year than I did in a