Текст книги "Tall, Dark and Deadly"

Автор книги: Lisa Renee Jones

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He was silent a long moment, his hand slowly moving to rest on her hip. “I won’t press you,” he said, and then he did just what he said he wouldn’t do. He pressed. “I’d like to think you’d trust me enough to share what’s bothering you.”

Lindsey wet her dry lips, and cleared her throat. It was hard talking about her feelings. She wasn’t used to it. But she found herself wanting to find the courage to tell him. Her voice cracked, but the words made it past her lips. “So many women are dead.”

Mark pulled her closer. “Please, don’t do this to yourself,” he said. “You’ve beat yourself up enough.”

Even though she knew he was right, she couldn’t quit blaming herself. The pictures of the victims wouldn’t leave her mind. “Why didn’t I think of the DNA being planted back then?”

His voice was a soft echo of reason. “It was a tough call. You were ready to be out. Besides, you handed over the case.”

She squeezed her eyes together. The images just wouldn’t go away. “I might have stopped so many women from dying.”

Mark leaned down and pressed his lips to her eyelids, one at a time. “A big maybe, Lindsey. Stop doing this to yourself.”

A large teardrop rolled down her cheek, and Mark wiped it away with his thumb. “I would have dropped Hudson, too.”

Her eyes popped open. “You would have?”

“Hell yes,” he said. “In two flat seconds. No hesitation. And I wouldn’t have questioned his guilt after that final victim was killed. I would have assumed it.”

She touched his cheek. “Thanks for saying that.”

“Don’t thank me for telling you the truth.”

She swallowed hard. “I have to catch this guy.”

“Catching the killer is not your job,” he pointed out in a tight voice. “Giving Williams the best defense possible is.” His expression was tense, his tone demanding. “You’re too close to this.”

Lindsey didn’t want to argue with Mark, but she also wasn’t going to agree to do his bidding. “And that can’t be changed.”

“Lindsey—”

Her hand cupped his jaw, cutting off his words with her action. She didn’t want to fight. She knew he was worried about her, but if he kept pushing, she was going to fight back. “Let’s drop this for now.” Then, in a lower voice, “Please.”

Lindsey turned and fell onto her back. “I can’t believe we have such an early flight in the morning.”

“We could take a later one,” he offered, his palm flattening on her stomach. “Better yet, let’s stay an entire extra day and just forget everything but you and me.” He closed the distance her move had put between them, his mouth near her ear. “What do you think?”

Lindsey laughed as he nuzzled her neck. “We shouldn’t.”

“No,” he agreed, and then pressed a kiss on her lips. “We shouldn’t, but ask me if I give a damn.”

Lindsey couldn’t stop from smiling. “What about the case?”

His knuckles brushed her cheek. “It’ll be there when we get back. It’s one day, baby. But it will be one hell of a good day, I promise.”

She crinkled her nose. “I swear, you make me lose my good sense.”

Mark smiled. “Is that a yes?”

“I don’t know. It’s tempting but—”

“No buts. You need some play time,” he said decisively. “And we need some time together. We’ll be more effective when we get back.”

“Objection,” she said in her best attorney voice. “Use of closing argument tactics in the bedroom considered out of line.”

Mark laughed. “That obvious, huh?” Lindsey nodded. Mark laughed, but then turned serious. “Look,” he said, staring at her with big, puppy-dog brown eyes. “I just want you to myself for a day. Is that so bad?”

Lindsey stared at him a moment, caught off guard by the raw emotion she saw in his eyes. God, what this man did to her. She would never say yes to something like this in the middle of a case. But then, she’d never experienced anything like what Mark made her feel.

Slowly, she nodded her approval of his plan.

“That’s a yes,” he confirmed. “Right?”

Lindsey smiled and nodded again.

Mark slid on top of her, his weight on his elbows. “Say it.”

“Ye—” But she never finished, because he kissed her.

* * * * *

Lindsey walked beside Mark, her arm linked with his, a soft smile playing on her lips. The day had been nothing short of perfect. Mark had proven he was far more than some stiff-necked attorney. He had also made her remember a side of herself she had long ago forgotten.

A sudden breeze gushed around them, cooling the air and Lindsey’s skin. But it also brought with it some rather menacing-looking clouds. “Looks like it’s about to storm,” she said. “Maybe we should head back to the hotel.” But she hated to see the day end. It had been such a good time.

They’d started the day out at Starbucks, which they both loved. For hours they had sat and talked. The time had flown by so quickly, when she had looked at the clock she’d been shocked. From there they had taken the day minute by minute, one adventure at a time. Four times, they had ridden the roller coaster at New York, New York hotel.

Mark had caught the attention of a certain alien female with big hears at the Star Trek ride. Lindsey had threatened to elope with the guy dressed as a Klingon.

“Afraid of a little water or what?” Mark asked, giving her a challenging look. “It feels good out here. The temperature must have dropped a good fifteen degrees.”

Lindsey conceded, more than happy to drag out their time together. A part of her was afraid this perfection forming between them would go away when they returned home. That maybe it was vacation bliss and nothing more. It scared her. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I guess if it starts raining we can dodge into a building.”

No sooner than the words were out of her mouth, the sky opened up and the water game down in buckets. They laughed, and Mark grabbed her hand, pulling her with him as they ran for shelter, huge droplets of water hitting them in rapid succession.

The cold water hit her warm skin with icy results. She shivered against the impact, following in Mark’s footsteps, but before they found shelter, he pulled her into his arms, her body pressed against his. She looked up at him, taking in his wet hair plastered to his face, and wondering if he ever looked bad. “What are you doing?” she asked, water getting in her mouth. “We’re getting drenched.”

“I know,” he yelled over the pounding of the rain. “Isn’t it great?” Mark bent down and claimed her mouth in a hot, passionate kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in long, sensual strokes that quickly made her forget the rain. When he raised his head, he wrapped his arms around her hips, latching his hands behind her. “You’re sexy as hell dripping wet.”

Lindsay’s eyes darted to the wet t-shirt now plastered on Mark’s well defined pecs. “You look pretty damn sexy yourself.”

Mark picked Lindsey up and started twirling her around in circles, making her laugh, and then scream. “I’m getting dizzy. Stop!” She laughed some more. People were looking at them but she didn’t care. “I’m soaked, Mark.”

When he let her go, she was unsteady and tumbled into him. “See my plan worked,” he said with a devilish grin. “You’re throwing yourself at me.”

Fifteen minutes later they stepped into their hotel lobby and paused, dripping wet. Lindsey giggled like a schoolgirl as people turned to look at them. When was the last time she had felt so carefree? Mark tugged her close to his side, wrapping his arm around her. The hotel air conditioning only added to her shivers. She was glad to share his body heat.

Mark’s eyes drifted to her chest. Her eyes followed his. Her nipples were dark and perky beneath her thin shirt. “Oh, um, not good.” She crossed her arms in front of her body.

“No,” he agreed. “We need to get to the room.”

By the time they stepped onto the elevator, her teeth were chattering. Mark pulled her close and ran his hands up and down her arms trying to get rid of her goose bumps. “Any better?”

“Hmm, not really, but don’t stop,” she said, teeth making a chattering sound, voice shaky. Mark smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead. “How about a hot bath and a bottle of wine?”

“Purrrrfect,” she said with a chill tinting her voice.

A few minutes later, Lindsey rushed from the hotel bathroom—wearing only a towel—to the bedroom, in search of her wine glass. “Hurry up,” Mark ordered. “The water feels great.”

Lindsey spotted her glass on the dresser, but her eyes caught on the blinking message light on the phone. Her stomach lurched. “Did you tell anyone we were staying an extra day?” Lindsey called to Mark.

“No, why?”

“We have a message.” She sat down next to the phone, on the edge of the bed, wine forgotten. She’d only told Steve.

“Probably a courtesy customer service thing. Leave it. Come join me.”

“I told Steve,” she called back. “Maybe it’s important.” She heard Mark moan as she punched the retrieve button. A recorded voice said, “You have four messages.” She looked towards the bathroom, and opened her mouth to tell Mark, but for some reason, shut it again.

The first call was a hang-up. She frowned as the second call played. It was a hang-up. And so were the next two. Her hands fisted tight around the receiver. Like the calls she had gotten at her apartment in the middle of the night.

“Who was it?” Mark yelled.

She debated . . . tell him—don’t tell him. He was already was too protective. If this was nothing, he’d make her life hell and what purpose would it serve? This was a private hotel room. No one could get to her here. She sat the receiver down.

“Lindsey?”

She pushed to her feet and walked towards her wine. “You were right. Courtesy call.”

Chapter Twelve

The plane ride was bumpy.

Just as Mark was certain his path to Lindsey’s heart would be. He looked down at Lindsey, curled under his arm, hand on his chest, and a smile played on his lips. Slowly, her walls were coming down. He wasn’t kidding himself, though. There was still a long way to go. She was a loose cannon in some ways, ready to explode and jump to conclusions. He needed to get rid of her past skeletons to ensure a future with her. To do that, he was afraid she would need to get Hudson behind her. That could mean catching the killer, a task that might not prove easy, and could, in fact, prove dangerous.

The plane jerked, the turbulence getting heavier. Over the intercom, the pilot announced a seatbelt warning and asked the flight attendants to sit down. Lindsey lifted her head, confusion in her eyes. “I hate when it gets bumpy,” she admitted as she gripped the arms of her seat, knuckles going white.

Mark gave her a comforting smile. “Ah, now, you know that planes are tough. They can take more than people would ever imagine possible.” He slid his hand on her knee and gave it a light squeeze. She swallowed hard, nodding. The plane jerked a couple times in a row, and her face was etched with unspoken fear. “Talk to me and keep your mind off the plane,” he told her.

Her lips were thin, her jaw tense. “About what?”

He wanted to know about the place she called home. “Tell me about Washington.”

She shrugged and then grimaced as a heavy bump shook the plane. “There’s not much to tell.”

“Have you ever met the President?”

“Yeah, I’ve met him.”

“And?” he asked, surprised she hadn’t said more.

“Nothing to tell,” she said. “I was on a special task force that got up close and personal. It was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of opportunity.”

Mark looked at her, searching her face, praying he wasn’t going to lose her to her job in Washington. “You like your job there?” he asked but almost didn’t want to hear the answer.

“If you would have asked me that a month ago I would have said yes, but—”

“But what, baby?” he asked, quietly encouraging her.

She gnawed her bottom lip. “I don’t know what I want anymore,” she admitted, seeming to fight a bit of confusion. “Did you ever doubt your decision to leave Paxton?”

The plane jerked and Lindsey jumped, letting a little yelp escape her lips. Mark couldn’t hold back a small chuckle. She glared at him. “Don’t laugh at me, damn it. I hate this.”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m not, I swear. You’re just cute like this.”

Lindsey shot him an angry look. “Like this?” she asked in question. “Like what?”

A slight smile played on his lips. “I think it’s adorable that you are afraid of flying.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes. “I am not afraid of flying,” she said between her teeth. “I simply don’t like turbulence.” The plane jerked again and Lindsey grabbed her seat arms, shooting Mark a warning look. “There’s a big difference.”

Mark smirked. “If you say so, sweetheart.”

“Ohhhhhh,” she growled. “Anyway, you didn’t answer my question. Did you know you wanted to leave Paxton with absolute certainty?”

Mark’s expression grew serious as he thought about her question. It was time to tell her about the past. “I didn’t want to leave, Lindsey. Your father gave me no option.”

Her eyes filled with a million questions. “I offered to buy your father out.” Mark held up a hand. “Nothing hostile about it, I promise.” He paused to see her reaction. When she nodded her understanding, he continued, “We agreed on the financial aspect of things, but when it came to other things, it got hairy.”

“What other things?”

“He wanted certain partners guaranteed certain things,” Mark said grimly. “I couldn’t do it. The partners in question were ones I didn’t even want to keep around.”

Lindsey understood. “So what happened? Did you pull out or did he?”

Mark put two fingers to his temple. “I did. We argued. It got nasty, and I just finally had enough.”

“I see,” Lindsey said. “So you wanted Paxton.”

Mark eyed her, trying to understand what motivated her words. “I thought I did, but when I left—it felt right.” He paused, thinking back on the past. “When it came down to it, I decided Paxton wasn’t supposed to be a part of my future. When you showed up on my doorstep, it was hard to fathom returning.”

“And now?” she asked.

Her short questions were making him nervous. How was she feeling about him and the past? Had Edward planted ideas in her head? “All I know is how important you’ve become to me, Lindsey.” He took her hand. “I came back for you and no other reason. I want you to know that with certainty. I need to know you believe me.”

Lindsey looked into his eyes, and he saw her soften, yet she didn’t reach out to him. “I know. I believe you.”

He’d hoped she’d say more. He stared at her, searching for any underlying feelings. Finally, he said, “Good.” Forcing himself to sit back in his seat, to not press her, he closed his eyes. Her walls were still there, and as many times as he had promised himself he’d be patient, he wasn’t feeling it at that very moment.

An hour later, air laced with a tension that had seemed to sprout out of nowhere, they were in his car, heading towards his apartment. “Mark, where are we going?”

He stared at the road as he answered. “To my place.”

She cleared her throat. “Aren’t you forgetting to take me home?”

He peered at her from the corner of his eye. “No, I’m not. I have no intention of taking you home.”

She slapped her hands in her lap. “Mark, I have no clothes. I need to go home.”

His response was immediate and clipped. “We’ll go by in the morning.”

“I don’t want to have to deal with it in the morning.” Her voice was sharp.

He wanted to insist, to bully her, to do anything possible to get her to do things his way. He counted in his head, willing himself to calm. This was Lindsey. Pushing would get him further away from her. They pulled to a stoplight, and he turned to her, a soft plea in his voice. “I don’t want to give you up for the night, Lindsey.”

He watched her expression go from anger to understanding. “I need clothes,” she said softly.

“We can either go get your stuff and take it to my place or I can stay at yours.”

Lindsey smiled, laughing with her defeat, but clearly not unhappy about it. “Fine, your place. Mine doesn’t have much since it’s temporary.”

Her words took a bit of his satisfaction. He didn’t want New York to be anything but permanent for her. “It’s settled then. We will get your clothes and you will come home with me.”

“Okay.”

Mark took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. “Thank you.” And then he added, “I would never have done your father wrong.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide. “I know that.”

“But yet you’ve barely spoken to me since I told you about the firm.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s not you. I just hate the way things are with my father. He’s on my mind.”

Mark reached over and took her hand. “He’ll be okay.”

“I hope so.”

He knew there was something else. “What is it, Lindsey?”

She looked at her lap. “Just trying to figure out what to do with the firm. That’s now clear as day.”

“It’ll work out,” he said, because it was better than nothing.

He didn’t know what to say to her. Yes, he did.

Stay.

* * * * *

The minute Lindsey walked into her apartment she knew someone had been in it. She stopped dead in her tracks just inside the foyer, making Mark run into the back of her.

“Hey, what are you doing?” His hands went to her shoulders to keep from knocking her down.

“Someone has been in here.” The phone calls were back in her mind. Was it the same person who had been in her house? Worse, could it . . . She cut off the thought, afraid to even think it in her head. No. It wasn’t. This was New York. Anyone could have broken into her place.

“What?” he asked in amazement. “How can you know?”

Lindsey shot him a look. “I make my living knowing things like this.”

Mark held his hands up. “Sorry,” he said. “Let me rephrase.” But he didn’t. “How do you know?”

“One, I smell cologne.” She shivered. The thought of someone being in her apartment made her hair stand on end. She moved to the table a few steps away and pulled out the drawer, removing her gun, which she had left behind. She hadn’t wanted to deal with it at the airport.

“Shit,” Mark said. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Checking it out,” she said shooting him a reproachful look.

“Give me the damn gun and stand outside,” he ordered.

“No, Mark—”

He glared at her. She glared at him. “This is not up for discussion, Lindsey. Give me the damn gun, and don’t you dare ask if I know how to use it.”

Lindsey stared at him and then finally handed him the gun. She didn’t doubt he could handle the weapon. She just didn’t like having to let him. If he had been anyone else, she wouldn’t have. “I’m not happy about this.”

Mark took the gun. “I’ll be back. Don’t move.”

“You’re two seconds from me taking the gun back.”

He turned without saying another word, walking towards the other room. Lindsey could barely stand waiting on him, and was about a second from going after him, when he returned. “Well?”

“It’s all clear,” he said, “but you’re right, someone was in your bedroom. Better call the police.”

Lindsey stared at him. “What does that mean?” He looked like he didn’t want to tell her, appearing to stall as he handed her back her gun. She put it in her purse. Something told her she wanted it near. “Mark? Are you going to answer me?”

He let out a loud breath. “Your sheets are rumpled and lingerie is flung everywhere.”

Lindsey could feel the color drain out of her cheeks. “What?” she gasped.

Mark’s tone was grim. “You said you smelled cologne? Is it familiar?”

Lindsey nodded, still trying to make this all seem real in her mind. “But I can’t place it.”

Mark put his hand on her back and urged her to step into the apartment. “Call Steve and have him come over.” Then he had a better thought. “Why don’t I call him and you sit down and get your bearings back.”

“I’m fine really. This doesn’t seem real.” On second thought, “But yeah, okay, you call Steve.”

She followed Mark into the living room and sat down. She was thankful she had let Mark search her place. Finding the bed a mess firsthand might have been too much. Something inside her was certain this wasn’t some freak break-in. This was about the phone calls . . . . and about Hudson.

She knew it was him, the killer, the rapist: the crazy man who had invaded her life in far too many ways.

The realization hit her like a two by four. Her insides felt like they started to shake, and she felt a coldness creep into her limbs, taking over her mind. She hardly remembered giving Mark the number to call Steve. The deep rumble of Mark’s voice as he spoke to Steve barely registered.

“He’s on his way.” Lindsey heard the words, but somehow they seemed to be in a tunnel, muffled and far away. Mark’s hand was on her leg, warm and comforting. “Lindsey?”

Jarring herself back to reality she blinked twice and then cleared her throat. “Ye . . .” She couldn’t quite get her voice back. “Yes?”

“Why do I know you’re not telling me something?” He was searching her face, his eyes probing.

Her mouth and lips were dry. She swallowed. “It’s just a feeling I have.”

“Talk to me. What feeling?”

She could barely get the words out. “It’s him.”

His response was to sit down beside her and pull her close. He held her, not saying a word, and she was so glad. Talking wouldn’t have helped right now. She needed to calm down first. They sat there for several long minutes before Mark spoke. “It’s not safe for you to stay alone.”

Lindsey looked up at him. “I was going home with you anyway.”

He looked down at her with concern etched in his every feature. His brown eyes burned with emotions so intense Lindsey could feel them like a touch of his hand. “Yes, but you can’t stay here alone until this guy is caught.”

Painfully, she accepted the truth. She was going to be under lock and key until this guy was caught. Between Mark and Steve, they would watch her like hawks. “I know.”

He took her hand in his and pressed her palm against his mouth. “I know how difficult this is for you. I want you to stay with me where I know I can keep you safe. On the other hand, I don’t want you to feel pressured—but you have to stay somewhere safe.”

Lindsey forced a smile. There was no question she wanted to be with him. “I’ll stay with you.”

A knock on the door had Mark pushing to his feet. Lindsey followed, eager to see Steve and start solving this. Just moving, getting into action, was helping her get herself pulled back together again.

Lindsey answered the door while Mark hung back a little. Steve greeted her with a strong hug that almost squeezed the air out of her chest. He was worried. With him was his partner Garth, and Lindsey waved to him over Steve’s shoulder.

“Hi Garth.” He had soft gray eyes, understanding and calm. She liked that about Garth. He was a good match for Steve. Both were good guys but with opposite demeanors. Garth tended to take things in, silent for the most part. Steve on the other hand was a jump-in and make-a-splash kind of guy. Not as extreme as Lindsey, but enough so that even when he complained about her off-the-wall tactics, he didn’t refuse to go along for the ride.

Steve pulled back. “You okay?”

Nodding, Lindsey said, “I’m fine.”

Mark had moved to stand directly behind Lindsey. He quickly introduced himself to Steve and Garth, sparing no time before getting down to business, filling them in on what he’d found. Within half an hour, Lindsey’s apartment had turned into a madhouse of activity.

Lindsey stood back, watching as items were dusted for prints and bagged.

Watching had her on edge. She felt as if her life was one big whirlwind she couldn’t control. When Steve and Mark asked her to go have coffee with them, she agreed. They needed to talk, and it would be easier someplace else. Garth was more than capable of seeing things through at her place.

Once they were at the coffee shop, she settled into a chair between Mark and Steve. Funny how Steve had once been the only man she trusted. Now she included Mark on her trust list.

“I just got assigned the Williams case,” Steve said, resting his foot on his knee. “The FBI was called in some time back, but it was considered a slam-dunk. The agent involved is heavy into another case right now. I asked some questions, got permission to look at the case a bit closer. So let’s compare notes.”

Lindsey told them about her field visits. “I think the owner of the Pink Panther is a good suspect.”

“Not the boyfriend?” Steve asked.

“Ex-boyfriend,” Lindsey amended, “and I’m not ruling him out. At this point, how can we rule anyone out?” She had an idea. “Seems to me we are in a position of power.”

Both men perked up. “How so?” Mark asked.

“I’m the trump card,” she said. “The perfect bait.”

Mark and Steve chimed in at the same time. “Oh, no.”

“No way,” Mark insisted. “Not even considering this option.”

“It makes sense,” Lindsey said firmly, refusing to have her idea dismissed. “I can’t sit around and wait to be attacked.” She glared at both men. “Correction, I won’t.”

Mark took a deep breath, his tension evident. “No way, Lindsey. We are not using you as bait.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Both of you, please, hear me out.” Dropping his leg off his knee to the floor, Steve leaned forward. “I called and spoke to a profiler on my way over here. I figured we are dealing with different circumstances than what we thought in the past. So I thought maybe some new insight was needed. The guy I talked to didn’t know the case, so I explained the general points.” Steve sighed. “He gave me his off-the-record opinion.” He hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure he should continue.

“Well?” Lindsey prodded, suddenly feeling more anxious than before.

Steve’s face was grim. “He called this guy a ‘lust killer.’”

Lindsey wasn’t getting the point. “We knew that. He kills for the sexual high.”

“Right,” Steve said, “but you didn’t think that fit Hudson. At the time he wasn’t a killer.”

Lindsey nodded. “True.”

“The profiler said lust killers start out small, like Hudson raped and didn’t murder, but once they crossed the line, they get off on the thrill of the kill and can’t stop.”

“Which fits if we are dealing with one man,” Mark offered.

“We are,” Lindsey said with confidence.

“Okay, here’s where this gets sticky,” Steve said, eyeing Lindsey. “I asked about this fixation on you.”

“I wouldn’t call it a fixation,” she argued.

“It is,” Steve said, dismissing her words. “The profiler said it is common for the killer want to get involved with one of the investigators, often even giving them tips.”

“Because deep down they want to get caught, right?” Mark asked.

“Exactly,” Steve agreed. “The fact that Lindsey resembles the victims complicates matters. He may actually be confused about what he wants from her, using her as his link to the investigation and hunting her at the same time.”

“Hunting . . . do you have to use that word?” Lindsey asked.

“Candy-coating isn’t going to get us anywhere. I think you’re a target.”

Steve looked at Mark. “You won’t like this, but as I talk this through, I think using Lindsey as bait is an option. She’s already a walking, talking victim. Better to take this bull by the horns.”

“There has to be another way,” Mark said, his face etched with stress.

“Mark, this is a great opportunity to catch this guy before he kills again. God, every time I think about this thing being pushed under the rug and an innocent man being jailed, I get more and more livid.”

Steve eyed Lindsey. “You think it was Greg’s famous hunt for the U.S. District Attorney’s seat?”

“Oh, yeah,” Lindsey said firmly. “To think I almost married the man.”

Steve sighed. “Figures. Anyone who cares about his political career more than catching a killer has a dark side himself.”

* * * * *

Her apartment had smelled like her, all soft and sweet. He’d needed to feel close to her. But it just hadn’t been enough. He needed more. He needed her. He couldn’t wait much longer. It had been far too long, this time they had spent apart.

She was the only perfect one. Her ivory skin, her green eyes. Ah, her eyes. He couldn’t wait to stare into them, and see her respond to him. And respond she would. She would be the only one who saw him for what he was. Who knew he was special. Because she was his everything.

No. He couldn’t wait. The darkness was too intense, too consuming. He had to have her. She would make him better. Right. Even alive.

It was time.

* * * * *

It had been a long, sleepless night.

Lindsey stepped into her office dressed in a black skirt and a sheer floral pink shirt with a matching pink belt. Far more casual than usual, she didn’t have many options considering most of her clothes were dirty, and crammed in her suitcase. Work attire was out of the question since she hadn’t taken any professional clothes with her to Vegas.

Mark had meetings all morning, and Lindsey resigned herself to do phone work rather than her preferred method of hitting the pavement. Midmorning Steve called and confirmed her suspicions. The Hudson DNA had indeed been hair.

Hanging up with Steve, she struggled with a deep feeling of anger. So many dead women. Two innocent men punished for horrendous crimes they didn’t commit. Publicly these men had been annihilated, labeled as killers. Shoving her chair back, she pushed to her feet. She was going to see Greg, damn him and all of his political agendas. In her book, he was a killer himself. People died because of his greed.

Grabbing her purse, she rushed through her door and bumped smack into Maggie. “Oh, sorry,” Lindsey said. “I didn’t see you.”

“I’m fine, dear.” She glanced at Lindsey’s purse.

Lindsey followed her gaze. “I’m going out for a while.”

Maggie’s expression filled with a combination of surprise and concern. “Is that wise?”

Lindsey rolled her eyes. Mark had been wagging his tongue. “I’ll be fine. If Mark asks, tell him I went to see Greg.”

Not giving her time to say another word, Lindsey made fast tracks to the elevator. Once she was in the lobby, she waited impatiently for a taxi. The doorman was struggling. Fearful Mark might come chasing after her, Lindsey took off on foot, with her destination the subway. Once there, she found herself more nervous than she wanted to be. She sat in a corner, searching the other riders’ faces, looking for signs they might be the killer. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

“Damn it,” she mumbled under her breath. Mark was making her crazy. He was so damn nervous, he had her on edge. She’d end up afraid of her own shadow if she wasn’t careful. She’d dealt with plenty of criminals.