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Chapters (45)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. EPILOGUE

Parking in a yellow zone in front of Skye’s apartment, he took the elevator up to her floor. As she’d said, the door was back in one piece. Still, there was a chance Mahler would return in search of Callie, and Skye would be forced to deal with him.

The thought sent acid into his stomach.

Skye opened the door and walked out towing her carry-on. She smelled like cinnamon and sugar, and he fought the urge to lean down and bury his face in her silky dark hair.

“Anything else?” he asked a little gruffly. “Your weapons?”

She tapped her purse. She usually carried a .380 in her handbag or wore it in an ankle holster. “My Glock and a spare are in my carry-on. I’ve got a stun gun in there, too.”

He nodded, not surprised she was prepared. Edge loaded her stuff into the truck bed, locked down the tonneau cover, and they set off down I-25. They didn’t talk much. The subject of last night rode the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t bring it up. Had she called a friend to come over? She’d mentioned the new guy at Nighthawk, Morgan Burke. Edge hadn’t met him, but he’d heard the guy had a big reputation with women.

He’d been a marine, so Skye’s leg wouldn’t be a problem. Hell, it wouldn’t be a problem for any man with half a brain.

A couple hours into the trip, Skye rested her head against the window and fell asleep. He tried not to wonder if she’d had as much trouble sleeping last night as he had.

He tried not to think of the night ahead. Beekman’s phone still pinged off a cell tower near Chamaya. They’d be setting up operations in a motel somewhere in the area. One room or two? That was the question. He’d let her make the decision. And prayed it was the one he wanted.

* * *

With Edge driving, they made the 310-mile journey to Chamaya in under five hours. A couple of pit stops and a drive-through food run at a Mickey D’s added another twenty minutes. They came in from the north via NM-17 and drove down Main Street, basically all there was to the tiny town.

The old Hotel Chamaya dominated one block, a two-story wooden, false-fronted structure with a balcony running the length of the second floor. The place looked like it came right out of an old western movie. Down a ways, there was a co-op called the Chamaya Mall made up of vendor stalls.