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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

“With Mahler in jail, that’s one problem solved,” Edge said. “Too bad the cops didn’t round up Harley Purcell along with him.”

Skye thought of Purcell and the threat he still posed to the woman he considered his wife. “I hope Molly’s okay.”

“Yeah. I wonder where Purcell went after he left Chamaya? No sign of him among Petrov’s crew so far.”

“From what Molly said, he was Daniel’s man all the way. With Daniel under arrest, he could have gone anywhere.”

“Let’s hope Molly keeps her head down long enough for Harley to lose interest.”

Skye felt a chill. In her work as a private detective, she had known men like Harley Purcell. Brutal and unrelenting, some of them stalked their wives or girlfriends for years, just waiting for the chance to make them pay for whatever imagined crime they had supposedly committed.

She felt Edge’s hands on her shoulders, turning her around. “You can’t save everyone, Skye.”

She looked up at him. “I know.”

“Come on. Let’s get something to eat. Maybe by the end of the day we’ll hear from Petrov.”

Skye just nodded. Petrov was their target now.

Her resolve strengthened. Sooner or later, they were going to bring him down.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

IT WAS LATE IN THE AFTERNOON WHEN EDGE GOT THE CALL. THEY were walking along Las Vegas Boulevard, on their way back to the hotel. Tourists packed the sidewalks, a sea of people flowing from one casino to the next.

Mixed into the crowd were jugglers and mimes, dog walkers, and showgirls in skintight costumes and silver, thigh-high boots. Bright feathered plumes on their headdresses waved in the breeze. There were street people dressed as animated characters and a guy in a spiderman outfit.

Since it was too loud to hear the phone ring, Edge had set it to vibrate. When he felt the buzz, he grabbed Skye’s hand and hauled her around the corner, into an alcove where he could talk. “Logan.”

“Mr. Petrov wants to see you. You and the woman.”

Recognizing the voice, Edge flicked a glance at Skye and mouthed the name Dutch. “All right. How about supper? We can meet him at his place.”

“You don’t give the orders, Logan. Mr. Petrov does.”

“Sorry.”

“Be at the Four Winds at eight p.m.”

“For supper?”

Dutch grunted his agreement, and Edge almost smiled.

“Fine. We’ll be there.” The line went dead, and Edge turned to Skye. “Petrov wants to see us. Dinner at his place, eight p.m.”

“That should make Cross happy.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t leave us much time. Or should I say, it doesn’t leave Agent Cross much time.”

As soon as they got back to the suite, Edge called Cross’s cell. “We’re on for tonight,” Edge said. “Eight p.m. at the restaurant. Will your people be ready?”