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Chapters (49)
  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

Wolfe shook his head. “It’s doubtful that Mal, Dana, or I still have jobs. Thus, my plan for poker tonight. Have a nice dinner. For now, lock the door.” He didn’t wait for Pippa to follow his instructions but locked the door and then shut it, his bootsteps heavy outside.

Brigid turned toward her. “I’m with you, Nari. Something feels off about Angus leaving. What should we do?”

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Angus groaned and unzipped the sleeping bag laid out on the hard bed. The way-too-hard bed. “Where the hell did Wolfe get this thing?” he muttered, an old bullet wound in his side aching.

Roscoe looked up from the end of the bed and glared at him.

Angus rolled his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Your Highness. Most dogs sleep on the damn floor, you know.” He looked around the rugged cabin. Wolfe had purchased it about six months before for an Op but hadn’t needed it. During that time, Brigid had created a chain of ownership for the place that didn’t lead to anybody. Wolfe had finally sold it a month ago, and Angus had bought it through a set of dummy corporations. Even back then, he’d had an inkling he’d have to separate from his team to finish this case.

Man, Wolfe would be pissed if he found out Angus had purchased the cabin in the middle of the woods. Of course, this bed was decent revenge. Angus’s entire body ached.

His gaze focused on the murder board he’d stretched across the entire north wall. It was the only wall without windows in the small cabin, and Lassiter’s face was right in the middle, next to a blank sheet with a question mark. The new killer, if there was one. Pictures of victims lined the left, while other cops and his contacts to the right.

In the corner a fire crackled in the stone fireplace, next to the sliding door that led to the front porch. His kitchen, if it could be called that, was on the opposite side, and the lone bathroom was next to that. Only a sofa and one chair resided in front of the fireplace.

It was kind of homey, and the electricity worked; that was all he needed.

His phone buzzed. Was it Nari? He grabbed it off the floor, quickly reading the text. “Damn.” He sat up and called Tate. “You can’t have another body.”

“We do, and you’re gonna want to see her. I can get you in and out of the scene, but we have to be quick. My balls are on the line here,” his friend said, giving him directions.

Angus jerked. “Say that again. The address.”

Tate paused and then gave it. “I take it you know the place?”

“I just moved out of that complex,” Angus growled. “She’s in the laundry room?”