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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
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  63. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  64. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

“Hmm, that was the chief. There was a big shoot-out a few months ago. She handled it, took down a big drug dealer, so I guess she’s good. There’s hardly any crime in the Hollow, no gangs. It’s boring. But you could say it’s safe.”

Tami kept talking, sharing the story of her friend and the mean husband, how the cops dealt with him, but Ice wasn’t listening anymore.

He was planning.

“Hey, you listening?” Tami shifted and looked at him.

Ice changed gears and smiled. He’d decided how to deal with Tami. The chatty woman had served her purpose. Now what would be the best way to do that and not leave any evidence? Water had worked for Ice in the past. Yeah, the girl had picked a good spot.

“You feel like a little walk, maybe to check out the falls?”

“It’s dark and cold out there.”

“I’ll keep you warm. I’d just like to see you under the stars. It’s a little cloudy, but there are bound to be a few stars up there.” He brushed her lips with his and felt her lean into him.

After a heavier kiss, he pulled back and opened his door. She followed suit, and as they met at the front of the car, he pulled her close and they walked together to the viewing platform.

“Beautiful night, beautiful girl . . . I must be in heaven,” he whispered, his voice crooning right into her ear to be heard over the loudly rushing water. But it was freezing; the temp had dropped precipitously since the sun went down and he tried hard not to shiver. She continued to lean into him and didn’t notice the change in his demeanor until they reached the railing and he pulled back.

Her brows scrunched together. “Hold me, Jim. It’s cold.”

As she turned toward him, putting her back against the railing, Ice drew the small .38 from his waistband. Shock registered on her face, but she had nowhere to go. It was over quickly, no muss, no fuss, and no emotion, just cold calculation. Ice, baby.

Ice shoved the gun in his waistband again and jogged to the car, thinking about what he’d touched. To be safe, he wiped down all the main surfaces carefully, knowing that time at this task was well spent. He also threw away all the beer cans, full as well as empty. Though he was positive the cops here were clueless, he wouldn’t leave any evidence behind.

Once he finished, he hurried away from the car and the parking lot, jogging easily back to where he’d left his bike.

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