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Did you check all the rooms?
Yes, I checked all the rooms Most of them are empty no
furniture. There s a balcony in the master bedroom. The sliding glass
doors were closed, but unlocked.
I ll check upstairs. Maybe you missed something.
I ll look outside. Brent lives in the boondocks. There s not
another house for miles. Maybe...maybe she decided to take a walk and
clear her head.
Tuesday frowned. Without telling us? That s not like her.
HONESTLY, I DON T know what you re Marissa grimaced
as the man who held her wrist dragged her through a rough patch of tall
grass.
Shut up. I want my Lillie back. You re the key.
Lillie? Lillie who?
Don t act stupid.
I m not. My IQ is quite high.
So is hers. He stopped and looked at Marissa over his shoulder.
The only person she gives a shit about is you. If I ve got you, then I ve
got her. His gaze narrowed. I m smart, too.
A cold finger of fear swept her spine. If only she hadn t gone onto
the balcony for a breath of fresh air. If only she hadn t answered his
child-like pleas for help. He d been hiding behind a tree, waiting for her
as she tried to find the source of the pitiful cries.
I don t know Lillie. I swear!
For someone so smart, you sure are dumb.
Marissa! Dane s voice echoed through the forest.
I m here! she yelled. Hurry, Dane! There s a
The crazy man covered her mouth and pulled her against his chest. Shut up.
Marissa gagged against the heavy scent of cheap cologne and the
lingering stench of beer. Whew. When was the last time this guy washed
his shirt?
Rissa! Where are you?
Her heartbeat kicked up a notch as she realized Dane s voice
sounded farther away. The darling idiot was going in the opposite
direction. Her captor must have had the same thought because he
loosened his grip, giving her just enough space to maneuver. She
stomped his foot, rammed her knee into his groin then jabbed his throat.
He doubled over grabbing his crotch with one hand and his neck with the
other. She turned and ran toward the house.
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I SWEAR THIS GUY read a textbook or something. Serial
Killing For Morons, muttered Kade. He looked at the pretty young
woman and felt grateful, goddamned grateful, he wasn t looking at the
beautiful, forever-still body of Lillian. What would happen if Michael
caught her? His guts clenched. A red scarf at every scene? Lillie hates
red. If he s killing her over and over again, why the scarf? I ve never
seen her wear one.
Maybe he wears one, answered Pete. Kade looked at his partner.
His new partner. The guy who d replaced Lillie when she disappeared.
The young psych major shrugged. Cross-dressing isn t out of the realm
of possibility.
It is for this asshole. Did you read the case file?
Yes, sir. Michael William Feeney. He witnessed the murder of
his mother, testified against the murderer, a man named Casey Crumb
who was the dead woman s husband and his stepfather. Crumb went to
jail, and Mr. Feeney and his girlfriend, who was also present at the
murder, went into the Witness Protection Program.
Michael set up Crumb. Michael wanted to get rid of his mother
and get control of his girlfriend. He s smart, Pete. Smarter than you and
smarter than me, but not smarter than Lillie. Kade stood and motioned
to the waiting men from the coroner s office that he was finished
inspecting the body. The crime scene investigators had finished their jobs
before he d arrived, and they were already processing evidence from the
scene.
I understand that Ms. Greene was a fine Marshal, sir.
Is, Pete. Lillie is a fine Marshal. Don t use the fucking past tense
when you talk about her. Kade turned a fierce glare onto the kid. In
fact, don t talk about her at all. Got me?
Pete nodded so vigorously, his glasses slid to the end of his nose.
Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
Kade sighed and rubbed his jaw. Go talk to the owner of the
Paradise Club. Get us some useful information, okay, Pete?
Yes, sir!
The boy scurried away, visibly relieved to be out of Kade s range;
he smiled grimly. Lillie had never cowered before him. She d argue with
him toe-to-toe, not caring about his mean-ass reputation, his seniority,
or his physical strength. Beautiful, tough, smart. God, he missed her. And
for all his resources, his twenty-odd years in law enforcement, and his
so-called investigative skills, he hadn t been able to find her.
Where the hell are you, baby?
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MARISSA RAN, HER leg muscles straining, her heart pounding,
her eyes blurred with tears. She knew, to the depths of her soul, that man
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