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  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgments
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Teaser

It was a crisply clear day with a brilliant blue sky and weak sun. Clouds hovered over the far mountain as if ordered to stay away for the day. She waved her hands wildly. Walter was just pulling out of his parking spot next to a red BMW SUV driven by Christine Franklin.

They both slammed the brakes, opened their doors, and partially stepped out of their vehicles.

“We were just going to her place,” Walter said, his gaze sweeping the area.

“Dr. Franklin?” Laurel partially leaned over to catch her breath. “Do you know a Dr. Joseph Keyes?”

Christine’s brow furrowed. “Of course. He’s the best cardiac surgeon in the country.” She held her door for balance. “Why?”

“Are you positive you don’t know a Sharon Lamber? She might’ve known the doctor.”

She frowned. “I never met a Sharon Lamber, and I don’t pay a lot of attention to Dr. Keyes’s personal life.”

“Do you have a good relationship with Dr. Keyes?” Laurel asked.

Christine’s fingers tightened on the top of the door as her high heels slipped on the ice. “Yes, I do. In fact, that promotion I mentioned? We were both up for it, and I received it.”

Laurel’s ears heated. “Did that make him angry?” Christine shook her head. “No. Not at all. In fact, he was quite gallant about it. Even sent me congratulatory roses—very pretty red ones. He said he was happy for me.”

Sure he was. Laurel turned back inside, her heart rate accelerating.

She needed to find Huck.

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

“If we could’ve waited an hour for Monty to return my rig from the mandatory service appointment, I could be driving,” Huck groused, knowing he was being an ass.

Laurel snorted, maneuvering her SUV cautiously down the icy roads. “You should have somebody take a look at that control freak nature of yours.”

Did she say freak? Did Laurel Snow just make a joke? “I already have. Several times, in fact.” He’d been treated for PTSD, and still was being treated once in a while, although he’d always liked to have control in most situations. He didn’t know any snipers who felt differently. “I had to leave my dog back at the office.”

“Your dog was sitting on the lap of Officer Ilemoto and seemed to be just fine,” Laurel retorted, flicking on the heat. “He can survive without you for a couple of hours.”

Yeah, but could Huck survive without Aeneas? He shifted his weight on the leather seat. The dog grounded him.

Laurel’s phone dinged and she pressed a button on the dash. “Hi, Nester. You’re on speaker and Captain Rivers is here.”