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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

“I’ll go with you,” Tess said. “After we tell her what happened, maybe she’ll have an idea about who might have done this.”

28

Ice paced like a caged animal in his small hotel room. After he’d taken care of the checker, he’d hotfooted it back to where his bike was stashed. Good thing about a small town, the sidewalks folded up early. He’d not noticed anyone in the area when he hopped on the bike. He chugged carefully up the road he’d seen the Fed take, and it wasn’t long before he found what he was certain was the shelter. He probably would have found it even without the cashier. The place was gated, and tight security in a small town was a dead giveaway that something was different.

Parking the bike, Ice carefully took a walk along the fence line. It was good security; in the dark it wasn’t easy to tell if he could breach it. Because the exterior of the dwelling was well lit, he was able to view most of the structures on the property and recognized that getting in was not going to be easy. The fence around the property was climbable, but that would be time-consuming. The only way to get in quickly was through the front gate, but how? It wasn’t like he could just drive up and ask for admittance. And he was on a motorcycle—that was more problematic.

It was then that this spitting, icy rain had started. He’d pulled his hood up and headed back to his hotel. He’d intended to pack his stuff, finish the job at dawn, and then be gone. But this freezing, icy, on-and-off rain had stopped him. He was used to working in climes where the weather didn’t restrict him like this. Being on the bike in this weather would be treacherous. On the way back to the hotel, he’d almost lost control in a slide on the slick roadway.

A nagging anxiety about exactly how he’d kill the girl and get out of the state undetected weighed down on him. He was having trouble formulating a plan. Ice realized that it had been a mistake to get rid of the cashier so quickly. He could have used another couple of days for reconnaissance.

Fear that the girl would be moved and the pressure of Gage coming had forced his hand, and the more Ice thought about it, the angrier he got. He knew Cyrus was nervous—this was the closest anyone had gotten to him—but Ice never should have let pressure influence the way he did his job.