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Chapters (41)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. EPILOGUE
  41. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

He gripped the steering wheel hard, wishing right now that he could rip it off the column and hurl it across the parking lot. When he was younger, his temper had ruled him. There had been fistfights as a teenager, too much drinking, and arguments with his superiors. He was older, wiser now, and thought all that had been under control for years. He had been wrong.

He rubbed his hand over his chin, the callus scraping over the stubble. He had not had the chance to shower or shave since he’d responded to Poe’s call. He needed to get cleaned up, eat. If he did not refuel, he would not be of use to Jane Doe #1, Tammy Fox, Casey Andrews, and Jordan Poe.

As he pulled out, it occurred to him that Jordan would not like being on his list of victims. Going forward, he would be more careful. Important to keep treating her like a cop.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Thursday, April 15

11:30 a.m.

Jordan was aware of voices swirling around her. Her head was pounding. Her mouth felt as if it had been stuffed with cotton. And the room was so dark.

She thought if she could sit up, the pressure in her head would ease, but when she tried, someone pushed her back down. “Stay still, Detective Poe.”

She had never been good at following directions, and so the order irritated her and made her more determined to rise. She needed to sit up. Clear her head. And get the hell out of here.

“Detective Poe. Do not move.” The woman’s sharp tone insinuated there was no room for discussion. It reminded her of Captain Lee when he ordered her to back off a case and move on to the next. He was better at recognizing when an investigation should be set aside and the detective needed to move on. Letting go of a case never got easy. Accepting this order was not, either.

She would have argued with the voice if her head did not feel as if it had been cracked in half. What the hell had happened? Her scrambled memory was so knotted up with the damn pain.

“Where am I?” She did not recognize her own voice, which sounded as raw as sandpaper.

“You’re in the hospital, Detective,” the woman said. “You have sustained a head injury. You underwent surgery.”

“Surgery?”

“To relieve pressure on your brain.”

Her arm rose, an IV tugged, and she brushed her fingers over the bandage wrapped around her head. “How did I get here?”

“You don’t remember?” The woman’s tone turned grave. Jordan had not given the right answer, which meant she was supposed to remember. She let her mind drift back, but the inky blackness was too damn thick.

“I remember,” she said. She had bluffed her way out of tight spots on the job before.

“Do you really?” The woman did not believe her.