Could he be honest with her? Tell her that he was leaving soon, but he wouldn’t mind spending some time with her. Explain what had been going through his head. He wouldn’t be lying to her. He just wouldn’t be telling her the whole truth.

According to her family, she wasn’t dating anyone and hadn’t in over a year. Apparently there had been a graduate school boyfriend who’d left her for someone he was now married to.

Maybe she was as lonely as he was and wouldn’t mind passing some time with someone who knew what the score was.

“I think she’s on the train,” Shane said. “There’s no road, but the light-rail goes through there.”

Riley moved in behind him. “I think you’re right. Otherwise she’s the Flash and she doesn’t mind running across fields. Yep. That’s the red line. There’s a stop within walking distance of this building. Where do you think she’s going?”

“Why is she taking the train?” Remy asked.

“You know some people take it to save the environment,” Dec replied with a yawn. “Yeah, I know that sounded stupid. Is her car in the shop? Do you want me to go break in to her place and see if I can find out?”

“I think we’ll keep the break-ins in our back pocket,” he replied, staring at the screen with the others. His brain was still on what they’d talked about before. Sleeping with her would be the best way to keep track of her. She didn’t have a job right now. He would have to pretend to go to work and then follow her, but she couldn’t know how much vacation time McKay-Taggart owed him.

They could have some fun and then when the case was done, he would say good-bye and she would be a nice memory. They couldn’t work out long term, but maybe she wouldn’t mind slumming for a few weeks.

“She’s off the train. Two stops,” Shane was saying. “Not the best part of town.”

Like all cities, Dallas was a hodgepodge of the wealthy, the middle class, and what could only be called the not so nice parts of town. And they weren’t all that far from each other. He could be in a super-wealthy neighborhood one block and within four have gotten to a section he needed a gun to feel safe in.

He doubted Lisa Daley carried a gun. “Where the hell is she going? That section of town is nothing but dive bars and…”

“Hey, I know that one,” Wade said, pointing at the screen. “Cherry Pies Strip Club.” He frowned suddenly, noticing that all eyes were on him. “What? It’s got a good buffet.”

Sure it did.