Chapters (47)
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- By the Same Author
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
Until then, she had felt no real sense of threat. He had seemed nothing more than an importunate wannabe lover; she had believed she could appeal to his innate good manners to protect herself. But that one word shattered the illusion. It hit her with the force of a physical blow. He knew her real name. She struggled to keep her composure but couldn’t keep her eyes from widening in shock.
‘Yes, that’s right, I know who you are,’ he said, advancing on her again.
She tried to circle away from him, but the loose material of her trousers caught in a chair leg, slowing her down enough for him to grab her wrist. ‘Of course you know who I am,’ she said, trying to sound reasonable. ‘You checked me out.’
‘I checked out Caroline Jackson,’ he said, his voice low and dangerous. ‘And I also checked out Carol Jordan.’
It was too late for bluff, she realized. There was nothing left to say. The only weapon she had now was silence. She held his gaze, trying for strength and defiance.
‘Your precious boyfriend’s been telling tales, Carol. Dr Hill spun me a story about how you weren’t really a cop any more. How you’d crossed the line, seen your chance and taken it. But if that had been true, you would have slept with me. You would have let me fuck you seven different ways last night and again tonight. Anything to get what you wanted. Only a cop would hold out. I’m right, aren’t I? You’re still a cop?’
Still she said nothing, forcing her face not to give away the terror she’d felt as soon as he mentioned Tony. How had he found Tony? Where was he? What had they done to him?
Suddenly, he yanked her arm hard, pulling her off balance. As she staggered, he slapped her face with his free hand. ‘You wouldn’t fuck me, but you came straight back here and fucked him, didn’t you, bitch?’
Carol steadied herself and looked at him with contempt. ‘Is that what this is about? Male ego?’ As soon as the words were out, she realized her mistake. Faster than she would have believed possible, he threw himself on her, his momentum bringing them both crashing to the floor. Now he had both hands free, and he slapped her face from side to side, her head jerking back and forth till she felt the room spin.