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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR JANICE CANTORE
  3. Map of Rogue’s Hollow
  4. Dedication
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. Epigraph
  7. PROLOGUE
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  61. EPILOGUE
  62. 1
  63. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  64. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

Tess slipped the key in the lock and opened the door. Something was in the way and she pushed harder, heart pounding as she stepped up and into the mobile. She saw the legs first, in camouflage pants; then her gaze traveled up to the body that was too stocky to be Janie Cooper.

Tess leaned down and moved the pillows. Ken Blakely’s sightless eye stared back up at her, a halo of blood around his head.

38

Ice made it to the airport without any trouble.

He texted Digger, who directed him to the proper entrance and hangar. A shiny Gulfstream waited, half in the hangar and half out.

“Nice ride,” Ice whispered to himself, freezing again and vowing that it would be the last time he’d ever be this cold.

Ice had driven Camo Guy’s truck to the Maple Leaf in Shady Cove. He half expected cops to be converged on the area, but they weren’t. With just a couple of cars in the lot, there was no indication that anybody was onto him. He’d thought to exchange the truck for his motorcycle if he could get to it. It had stopped raining, but it was still cold. He was loath to give up the big, warm, powerful vehicle, but the truck would tie him to Camo Guy. He’d pulled through the lot and parked the truck in the last hotel space, near the restaurant lot next door. He then wiped everything down and left the truck, keys in the console.

Now at the hangar, he climbed off the bike and then up the stairs into the plane. The first thing that caught his eye was the table filled with food—bread, meats, cheeses, and a plate of pastries. Ice’s stomach growled, reminding him he’d not had anything to eat for hours. He resisted the urge to grab something, wanting to determine Digger’s mood first. Digger always reflected Cyrus. The two were generally joined at the hip.

Digger was seated, watching the news on TV, drinking what Royal guessed was champagne. He turned to Ice and frowned. “What happened to your face?”

Sighing, Ice took a seat across from Digger, his back to the TV, and he explained everything that had happened, making certain Digger understood that the tremendous failure was with Gage. He ended with his escape, never mentioning the Camo Man because he just wasn’t relevant anymore. As Camo Man had turned to leave the mobile, Ice took his only chance. His right arm snaked around the shorter man’s neck, and he locked in the hold tight by gripping his right hand with his left hand, right bicep and forearm pinching off the carotid arteries, cutting off the blood supply to the guy’s brain.