Chapters (50)
- “YOU CAN TOUCH ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT I WON’T ABANDON THE JOB.”
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Teaser chapter
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“Yeah, but your dad lied to us, and I think he knows more about what’s going on than he’s telling us,” Raider said with his “trying to be reasonable” voice. “I’m going at him hard, and you want to protect him. I get that, I really do. But I’m going to protect you no matter what. I told you things would change.”
She wasn’t going to argue with him while naked and vulnerable. Instead, she turned in his arms and ran both hands down the hard and impressive planes of his chest. “Well, then. I say we make the most of this night. Let’s fight tomorrow.”
His smile was pure sin. “Now that’s a plan.” He leaned in and kissed her, drawing her even closer. “We have several hours until dawn. Let’s see what we can do with them.”
She kissed him back. Tomorrow would come, but for now, she had this moment. She let him take her away again.
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Angus Force leaned back in control room one, looking at the murder board that haunted his nights. Henry Wayne Lassiter was still alive, and there was no way he wasn’t killing regularly. The guy couldn’t help it. So where were the missing women? Where were the bodies?
His once good source in the HDD, the guy who’d given him the heads-up about Lassiter, had disappeared months ago. No trace. Probably on assignment in Siberia somewhere.
The cheap and probably dangerous lights emitted an annoying buzzing, and his dog snored lightly in the corner on a new and way too plush bed Nari had brought in the day before.
His phone rang, and he looked down. “Hi, Wolfe. What’s up?” His team had better be safe outside of Boston.
“Just doing a perimeter search around the motel,” Wolfe said over the traffic sounds in the distance. “I think Coonan is still searching the water for bodies, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts looking in Boston soon. We’ll be out of here around dawn, so he won’t know anything until we contact him. Any news on the journal?”
“No,” Angus said, wiping his eyes. “It wasn’t in the grave Banaghan claimed, and he gave a good imitation of a shocked man.” But the guy was a former mob enforcer and surely knew how to lie. “If I didn’t know his background, I’d believe him.”
“What now?” A siren sounded in the far distance across the phone line.