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Chapters (46)
  1. Books by Hilary Davidson
  2. Author’s Note
  3. CHAPTER 1
  4. CHAPTER 2
  5. CHAPTER 3
  6. CHAPTER 4
  7. CHAPTER 5
  8. CHAPTER 6
  9. CHAPTER 7
  10. CHAPTER 8
  11. CHAPTER 9
  12. CHAPTER 10
  13. CHAPTER 11
  14. CHAPTER 12
  15. CHAPTER 13
  16. CHAPTER 14
  17. CHAPTER 15
  18. CHAPTER 16
  19. CHAPTER 17
  20. CHAPTER 18
  21. CHAPTER 19
  22. CHAPTER 20
  23. CHAPTER 21
  24. CHAPTER 22
  25. CHAPTER 23
  26. CHAPTER 24
  27. CHAPTER 25
  28. CHAPTER 26
  29. CHAPTER 27
  30. CHAPTER 28
  31. CHAPTER 29
  32. CHAPTER 30
  33. CHAPTER 31
  34. CHAPTER 32
  35. CHAPTER 33
  36. CHAPTER 34
  37. CHAPTER 35
  38. CHAPTER 36
  39. CHAPTER 37
  40. CHAPTER 38
  41. CHAPTER 39
  42. CHAPTER 40
  43. EPILOGUE
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. About the Author
  46. Read an Excerpt From the Second Book in the Lily Moore Series, The Next One to Fall

“You might think you’re finished with me, Lily, but I’m not done with you. I never will be.” He leaned in so close that I felt his lips brush my ear, as if we were lovers again. “You can’t leave me, not for long. I need you and you need me.” He bit my earlobe, not hard, just teasing. “You know how relentless I can be. And you love it.”

He was almost panting. I felt desire too, but only to pull the safety off the pistol and shoot him. Instead, I reached into my bag and grabbed the gun by the barrel, hitting Martin’s face with the handle. I heard something crack and he cried out, and I ran down the hallway back to the elevator.

CHAPTER 40

After I left the Dakota I walked aimlessly for blocks. It was another cold January day, but the sun was shining brightly as if in defiance of my mood. What had I hoped to accomplish by confronting Martin? Even though I hated him for being ready to murder Claudia to save his son, the woman he had killed wasn’t my sister. Trina Greene was at least partially responsible for Claudia’s death. No one else had profited from it as much as she had. Heroin had stolen Claudia from life, but it had an assist from the two women who watched her die without calling for help. As I walked and shivered, I wondered if perhaps I owed Martin a debt for killing Trina. Martin’s obsessive and frantic determination to protect himself and his son had avenged my sister, however inadvertently.

When I went into a bodega to buy cigarettes, I realized that my father’s bracelet was no longer on my wrist. Where had I lost it? I’d been wearing it when I’d left Jesse’s. Had it fallen off my arm when I’d struck Martin? There was no safety chain on it, just one single, fragile clasp. I felt the need to storm back into the Dakota and hunt it down. That was crazy, I knew, but I was panicked at losing the bracelet again. I couldn’t find my cell phone, either. I suddenly remembered an officer prying it out of my hands at the dentist’s house. I’d never thought to ask for it back. How stupid, in retrospect. Outside I lit up and called Jesse from a payphone.