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  1. “YOU’VE BEEN STUDYING ME, NARI?”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Acknowledgments
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Chapter Thirty-Two
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Epilogue
  49. Teaser chapter

A year ago it would have been. Now, Nari wasn’t sure. Her gaze moved toward Angus, who hadn’t said anything. Come to think of it, he hadn’t said much the night before when she’d told him about the offer. What did that mean?

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Another quiet morning failed to bring peace. Angus drank orange juice and looked out the industrial windows as Nari slept in the other room. The day before with the team had felt right, but now he was on his own again. Oh, they were there for backup, but their time of working for the HDD in their dismal offices was over.

A year ago he would’ve been shocked at how much that bothered him. After a spectacular dinner of chicken Parmesan cooked by Wolfe, of all people, he and Nari had returned and spent the night rolling around and destroying Jethro’s guest room. The mattress might never be the same. He grinned.

The door opened and Jethro jogged in with Roscoe panting behind. “We went for a nice run. I have to shower and get to class, but I thought we could go over all the notes from Lassiter again tonight. I feel like we’re missing something.”

“Agreed,” Angus said, scrubbing both hands down his face. “There’s a clue in there, a kernel of truth that I just haven’t caught.” It was driving him crazy.

Jethro disappeared into his room while Roscoe padded to his water bowl and went to town.

Angus’s laptop dinged and he lumbered over, bare-chested but wearing old jeans. He turned on the screen and opened a browser for his email. Hopefully Brigid had found something for him.

A picture appeared, upside down. He frowned and clicked twice to turn it, taking a step back. “Shit.” The blonde from the other day, the one who’d hit him with a shovel, lay on weeds surrounded by trees. She was naked with burn marks across her pale skin, her feet were tied, her hands were palms up, and her chest gaped wide open, shards of ribs poking out. Her heart was gone. A shovel lay next to her, covered in blood.

He grew still, anger billowing inside him. Then he scrolled down.

Dearest Angus,

I hope you do not mind that I took care of this little problem for you. She was much harder to find than one would’ve thought, thus making this side errand for my friend much more pleasurable for me. To be truthful, she was a fighter. Young, but with a lot of spirit. You know how much I like spirit. Her heart even tasted like it had more energy. Someday I hope we can enjoy such a meal together, but I know that is unlikely. For now, I shall take care of all the problems plaguing you, my very good friend. It is the least I can do.

Yours,
Henry