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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
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  38. 35
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. About the Author
  41. Also by Liv Constantine
  42. About the Publisher

Kate hoisted herself up anyway, wincing as she put weight on her foot. She pulled her pant leg up. Her ankle was swelling. She must have sprained it. Had he planned to spook her horse? She jumped when she heard the sound of a branch falling. “Who’s there?” her voice cracked as she called, but no one answered. The sun was going down and she felt chilled. What was taking Simon so long? She limped toward Napoleon and stroked his mane. Maybe she should try to ride back. She didn’t like being all alone in the woods. She was about to try mounting when Simon and Mack returned with the ATV.

“Let me help you,” he said as he reached for her hand.

She snatched it away. “I’ll bet you want to help me. Right into an early grave.”

“What? Why would you say that?”

She waved her hand. “Just take me home.”

10

Blaire liked playing detective. Maybe it was because in her heart of hearts, she believed she knew almost as much as any real cop about crime. She hadn’t spent hours sitting in on classes at the police academy, going on ride-alongs, and interviewing detectives without picking up a thing or two. But these stakes were much higher than figuring out the plot of the next Megan Mahooney book.

She’d been impressed by Detective Anderson’s manner when he questioned her about her whereabouts the night of Lily’s murder. She told him the truth—she’d been in New York at the time. Daniel had gone to Chicago for a talk he’d been invited to give at Northwestern and had stayed the weekend to see his parents, but Blaire’s doorman was able to confirm her story. He’d seen her come and go several times that day, as had two neighbors on her floor. She’d tried to find out from Anderson if Gordon’s alibi was solid, but he wouldn’t give her any information. Blaire intended to find out more. Maybe he’d been cooking the books and Lily was onto him. Blaire couldn’t really imagine him killing someone, but as she’d discovered from her research, it was sometimes the most mundane, docile-seeming people who had the most potential for violence—plus, he was clearly obsessed with Kate.