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EXCERPT FROM

THE SAVAGE SERIES

Rick Savage meets Lilah Love…

Notes: Candace is Rick Savage's girlfriend. This scene is in Savage’s point-of-view.

“Just pull us over,” I instruct. “We’ll walk.” He cuts to the curb and halts. I open the door and climb outside, offering Candace my hand, helping her out of the vehicle.

“Can we get past the blockade?”

“We don’t have to get past the blockade,” I say. “We just have to convince Lilah Love to do it for us.”

“And how do we do that?”

I wiggle a brow. “I have my ways.” I catch her hand and lead her through a gathering crowd, toward a portion of the blockade. I pinpoint a target, a plump, red-cheeked, police officer standing guard while lookie-loos hang about in front of him left and right.

I use my linebacker-ish figure to push us to the spot directly in front of the cop. A petite little woman pushes up next to us. “My husband! My husband. I need to see my husband!” She starts to sob and then it’s all hell breaking loose. She tries to go over the barricade. The cop catches her arm. She slaps him.

“Ouch,” I murmur, feeling that sting, and she didn’t even touch me. I also see an opportunity where it presents itself and I duck under the yellow tape, taking Candace with me.

“This seems like a bad idea,” Candace says as we walk in between two parked patrol cars.

“We’re good, baby. We’re good.” We clear the hoods of the cars and I eye the tape set up around a building doorway. That’s where we’ll find Lilah Love and I head in that direction, with Candace in a reluctant tow.

We’ve just reached the edge of that tape, when a brunette no more than five-foot-four, wearing jeans and a blazer, steps from the building, with an officer on her heels. She whirls on him. “Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?”

“Agent Love—”

“You contaminated the scene. Leave.”

“Agent—”

“Do you know the difference between an apple and an orange?”

The cop bristles. “Of course I know the difference between an apple and an orange.”

“Then one such as myself can assume you know the difference between stay and go. Go.” She motions to another cop. “Get him out of here.”

The shoulders of the fuckup cop bunch, but he rotates and walks away. Agent Love turns back toward the building door.

“Agent Lilah Love.” She turns at her name and glances in our direction, closing the space between us.

“Who are you?” she demands. “And why are you inside my crime scene?”

“Rick Savage,” I say.