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The BesT Defense

Praise for LAMBDA Literary Award Finalist

Carsen Taite

“Law professor Morgan Bradley and her student Parker Casey are

potential love interests, but throw in a high-profile murder trial, and

you’ve got an entertaining book that can be read in one sitting. Taite

also practices criminal law, and she weaves her insider knowledge

of the criminal justice system into the love story seamlessly and

with excellent timing. I find romances lacking when the characters

change completely upon falling in love, but this was not the case here.

As Morgan and Parker grow closer, their relationship is portrayed

faithfully and their personalities do not change dramatically. I look

forward to reading more from Taite.”— Curve Magazine

“Taite is a real-life attorney so the prose jumps off the page with

authority and authenticity. [ It Should be a Crime] is just Taite’s second

novel, but it’s as if she has bookshelves full of bestsellers under her

belt. In fact, she manages to make the courtroom more exciting than

Judge Judy bursting into flames while delivering a verdict. Like this

book, that’s something we’d pay to see.”— Gay List Daily

“Taite, a criminal defense attorney herself, has given her readers

a behind the scenes look at what goes on during the days before a

trial. Her descriptions of lawyer/client talks, investigations, police

procedures, etc. are fascinating. Taite keeps the action moving, her

characters clear, and never allows her story to get bogged down in

paperwork. It Should be a Crime has a fast-moving plot and some

extraordinarily hot sex.”— Just About Write

“Taite’s tale of sexual tension is entertaining in itself, but a number

of secondary characters…add substantial color to romantic

inevitability.”—Richard Labonte, Book Marks

In Nothing but the Truth… “Author Taite is really a Dallas defense

attorney herself, and it’s obvious her viewpoint adds considerable

realism to her story, making it especially riveting as a mystery. …I

give it four stars out of five.”—Bob Lind, Echo Magazine

“As a criminal defense attorney in Dallas, Texas, Carsen Taite knows

her way around the court house. This ability shows in her writing,

as her legal dramas take the reader into backroom negotiations

between the opposing lawyers, as well as into meetings with judges.

…Watching how Carsen Taite brings together all of the loose ends

is enjoyable, as is her skillful building of the characters of Ryan and

Brett. Nothing But the Truth is an enjoyable mystery with some hot

romance thrown in.”— Just About Write

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The BesT Defense

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Acknowledgments

Writing might be a solitary pursuit, but brainstorming, research,

editing, and polishing up the final product is a group effort.

Thanks to these very special people for assisting me with their

specialized knowledge: John Ambler (private jets), Sharon B. (dead

bodies), Mike Bosillo (private investigators), Roselle Graskey

(firearms), Vicki Allen and Jean Alston (Harleys), and VK Powell

(cop stuff). All of you provided excellent information and advice,

and any lingering inaccuracies are my own.

Extra special thanks to my good buddies, VK “Vic” Powell

and Sandy Thornton, who carefully read draft after draft, up until

the hour the manuscript was due—your insightful advice was

invaluable.

A big shout out to the Jewel Lesfic Book Club. Thank you for

making me feel like a rock star with every new release. Your support

is super motivating.

I am extremely lucky to be a part of the Bold Strokes Books

family. I’ll always be grateful to Rad for inviting me in, to my editor

Cindy Cresap for whipping me into shape, to Stacia Seaman for her

attention to detail, to Sheri for her hot cover art, and to all the other

folks, Connie, Lori, and everyone else. You make me and BSB look

good.Huge thanks to my wife, Lainey. Don’t think I don’t notice all

the extra things you do to keep our lives running smoothly when

I’m in the throes of a deadline. You inspire me to be a better person.

And finally, a big group hug to all the readers who read my

books, watch my vlogs, and take the time to let me know you’d like

me to keep writing.

Dedication

For Lainey. You’re simply the best.

The BesT Defense

Prologue

Would you like to take a break, Detective Keaton?”

Skye breathed deeply and shook her head. A break

would only prolong the agony. “No thank you, Your Honor. I’m

fine.” She wasn’t fine. She shook and fumbled through her testimony.

She didn’t need a mirror to know she was probably also pale. The

edges of the room loomed and faded by turns, and she struggled

to be present. Trained to deliver tight, simple answers, instead she

found herself rambling, her voice trailing off into whispers the jury

strained to hear.

The last time Skye felt this nervous was the first time she

testified in court. Fresh from the academy, she was called to testify

in her first arrest. Her vocabulary consisted entirely of cop speak,

and she’d become downright surly under cross-examination. Her

lieutenant had pulled her aside and told her to spend a couple of her

days off watching seasoned professionals on the witness stand. Skye

had quickly learned to adopt a professional, engaging demeanor

designed to win more convictions. Over the years, the prosecutors

in the District Attorney’s office were relieved when they learned she

was the lead detective on a case. She could sell even the sketchiest

set of facts as grounds for a conviction.

Today was different. Skye was at the center of the case, but

this time she was the complaining witness—the victim—not the

lead detective. A year earlier, while investigating a case, Skye had

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been badly beaten, almost killed, by a suspect. Today, that suspect,

Theodore Burke, was on trial for the attempted murder.

Ironically, while investigating the murder of Theodore’s sister,

Skye had done everything she could to pin the death on someone

else, the family handyman. When her former partner on the force,

Parker Casey, pushed her, Skye had elected to do the right thing, and

she came forward with evidence sure to exonerate him. What she

hadn’t realized was how much of a vested interest Theodore had in

the outcome of the case. When the handyman was cleared, Theodore

came unglued at the prospect of becoming a suspect himself. Furious

at the detective who threatened his security, Theodore Burke, son of

an elite Dallas family, broke into Skye’s house, tied her up, and

beat her. Skye shuddered to think about what he would have done

next if Parker hadn’t come looking for her and interrupted his crazy

scheme. After an unsuccessful attempt to kill them both, Theodore

Burke was arrested and charged with attempted murder. Today was

Skye’s day in court, as well as his.

She flashed back to the dozens of times she had encouraged

crime victims to take the stand. Just tell what happened. Focus on

the jury. Don’t look at the defendant. He can’t hurt you anymore.

Your courage will keep future victims safe from harm. Platitudes and

promises, all of which were designed to finish the job she’d started

when she had arrested the bad guy. Had she ever cared about the

victims as much as she cared about clearing the cases? Did anyone

care about her now that she was the victim?

Theodore had sexually abused his sister, Camille, and drove

her to commit suicide. Without Camille alive to testify about the

abuse, there was no credible evidence to prosecute him for his

crimes against her. Plus, Skye’s meddling with the crime scene

evidence would taint any prosecution for Camille’s death. The

assault on Skye was the only way the prosecutors would be able to

bring Theodore to justice. With her credibility in the tank, would

they have even bothered without Parker’s testimony to corroborate

her account? This trial had nothing to do with avenging her personal

harm. She was a means to an end.

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Skye stared across the room, breaking her own witness rule,

daring Theodore Burke to look her in the eyes. His gaze was steady,

mocking even. Skye summoned all her inner strength and fought

back the memories of his mad visage and waving gun. She had both

physical and emotional scars as evidence of his madness. She would

always have them. She couldn’t change what had happened, how

she had handled it, or what she had done to cause it, but she could

do everything in her power to make sure no one else suffered at the

hands of Theodore Burke. Skye reached for a cup of water, took

a quick drink, then a deep breath. Fortified, she answered every

question thrown her way with the professional and engaging manner

that had earned her commendations throughout the years.

After what seemed like hours, she finally heard the words, “I

have no more questions for this witness.” The judge released her

and she found herself standing in the hall outside.

“Hey, Skye.”

Skye looked up into Parker Casey’s eyes. After all they had

been through together, more downs than ups, Parker still cared

about her. Skye was more embarrassed than appreciative.

“Hey, Casey. They tell you to stick around?”

“No, I’m done.”

Skye knew Parker wanted to ask if she was okay, but didn’t

want to imply she wasn’t by even asking. She should be a big girl

and acknowledge how she felt, but she didn’t want to break down.

Not here in the hallway outside the courtroom.

“Want to grab a drink?” Parker asked.

Skye couldn’t think of anything that sounded more appealing.

A stiff shot of whiskey would be the perfect antidote to whatever she

was feeling, but in her experience medicinal drinking was best done

alone. “I need to get back to the station. I have some paperwork to

clear out,” she lied.

“Okay then.” Parker looked like she wanted to say something

else, but she just shook her head. “If you need anything, you know

where to find me.”

Skye nodded assent if only to make her old friend go away.

Parker was a lawyer now, married to another lawyer. The two

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women had a thriving practice representing folks like Theodore

Burke. Skye had no intention of seeking Parker out for anything.

All that had ever bound them together had been severed with the

conclusion of this case. As Parker turned and walked away, Skye

wondered how much more she could lose.

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ChaPTer one

I need your badge too.”

Skye pulled the shield out of her pocket and placed it on

the Deputy Chief’s desk alongside her department issued Glock

9mm. She didn’t care so much about the gun. She had plenty of

those at home. Her detective shield was a different matter. The soft,

worn leather holder encased the badge she’d worked hard to earn.

Through the years, she kept it shiny. The irony of the shiny badge

pinned over her tarnished reputation didn’t escape her. She wanted

to crack a smart remark, even opened her mouth to do so, but words

wouldn’t come. She stared at the badge. Shiny, defiant, and no

longer hers.

“I’m sorry about this.”

Skye looked up. His apology was sincere. She could tell. Chief

Henry had been her biggest champion on the force. Even after his

own promotions meant he was no longer one above her in the chain

of command, he took a special interest in her career. He’d been a

second father, a mentor, a teacher. She assumed that was why he

took responsibility for relieving her of her duties himself instead of

assigning the task to her lieutenant.

She knew coming clean on the Burke case would result in

disciplinary action. She had used the guise of justice as an excuse to

break the rules numerous times in the past, but each time her actions

and the motivations behind them were safely concealed behind

the blue veil of her brethren. When she admitted her transgression

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to a defense attorney, she crossed the line and became an outcast.

Although the disposition of the disciplinary action against her had

been put on hold while the Burke case was pending, she’d been given

two options: resign and maintain her law enforcement certification,

or put the department through a protracted termination proceeding

and be stripped of all that she had worked to earn. It wasn’t much

of a choice.

She shrugged. The chief might be sorry, but it didn’t change

anything. His loss was short-lived. He would find another young

cop to groom, someone to whom he could teach all his well-honed

shortcuts. Someone who would crave his admiration and respect so

much that he or she would shove the rules aside in favor of meting

out real justice, quick and sure. Her replacement would be one of

many waiting in the wings. She sincerely hoped that person would

benefit more from breaking the rules than she had.

She shook his hand and left his office. The walk through the

corridors was interminably long. The halls were lined with offices of

the powerful elite in the Dallas Police Department. Chief Henry had

chosen headquarters for their final meeting instead of her precinct,

probably out of respect for her privacy. Here, there would be less

of an audience of her peers to watch her dishonorable exit from a

career distinguished by high profile arrests and solid convictions.

What he probably hadn’t counted on was that this particular walk of

shame led to a sharp sense of loneliness. Neither her partner nor any

of the other detectives from her squad were there to commiserate

with her, pat her on the back, mourn her loss as one they could

easily have experienced themselves. She was a pariah now. She’d

broken the code, but the real transgression had been revealing her

shortcomings to a defense attorney. The enemy. Having allowed the

other side to glimpse a flaw in the mechanics of law enforcement,

she’d never be welcome on the right side of law and order again.

Skye strode from the building, refusing to betray any

embarrassment in her carriage. She walked through tall glass doors

and crossed the street, counting the seconds until she could get on

her bike and ride away.

“Skye! Hey, over here.”

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She looked in the direction of the voice, spotting her partner

standing on the side of the building she’d just left. Former partner.

She stood in place while he walked toward her, huffing at the

exertion.

“You okay?”

She nodded. She wasn’t. She might never be, but she wasn’t

going to talk about it.

“Are you coming back to the station?”

His subtle way of asking if she’d been fired almost amused her.

“No, Ed. I’m never coming back to the station.”

“I’m sorry.”

Everyone was sorry. Well, everyone should stick it. I’m the one

who should get to be sorry, but instead everyone wants to say it first

and have me reply with platitudes: it’s okay; I’ll be fine; don’t worry

about me. Well, fuck that.

Skye didn’t speak.

“Do you want to grab a drink?”

She did. She wanted to hold on to a big, tall glass of whiskey

with both hands. She wanted to feel the burn as it crossed her lips

and coursed down her throat, searing a path to her gut. She craved

the slow, building buzz of warmth simmering in her belly and rising

up until her ears reddened and her thoughts floated out of her head.

She’d get what she wanted, but she didn’t need company.

“No, thanks.”

“Okay.”

Ed Peterson didn’t move. He seemed rooted in place, as unable

to move as he was to come up with something appropriate to say to

the partner who had taught him the ropes. She may be leaving the

force while he continued to ascend the ranks, but their roles would

never be reversed. She walked toward her bike and signaled for

him to follow. Once there, she reached into one of the saddlebags,

shoved aside the contents she’d hastily packed when she’d emptied

her locker earlier, and pulled out a revolver. Ed looked around

wildly, obviously afraid they were being observed. She ignored his

frenzy. She didn’t care who saw them.

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She didn’t recall where she’d gotten this particular handgun. It

was a thirty-eight, common enough, though not the preferred weapon

on the street. As a throw down, the gun would serve its purpose.

Reliable, easy to fire. Skye could count on it to do in a pinch. Now

Ed could. She wondered if he ever would, but not enough to discuss

it with him. Instead, she said, “It can’t be traced. Save it for a special

occasion.” He would either understand or he wouldn’t. He was no

longer her responsibility. She shoved it toward him, grip first. He

stared into her eyes as if to divine her intent, but Skye didn’t give

him anything. Finally, he took the gun from her grasp and placed it

in his jacket. Wisely, he didn’t offer thanks.

Skye unlocked and pulled her personal weapon, a Sig P228

9mm from the special compartment inside the saddlebag and slid

it into her shoulder holster, where her duty Glock had been. She’d

always preferred the Sig, but the missing Glock left a big hole.

The gun, the badge, the rank, the camaraderie—the list of things

now lost to her was long, and the emptiness ran deep. Filling the

space was an insurmountable task. She’d never shied away from

the impossible before, but now…Now, all she wanted was a drink,

a strong, deep glass of forgetting to wash away her memories and

aspirations.

She threw her leg over the seat and started the Harley’s engine.

Ed shouted over the noise. “See you around?”

Skye didn’t bother shouting her response. “I doubt it.”

❖

Her first stop after leaving police headquarters was the nearest

liquor store. She sat in the parking lot and contemplated how many

bottles would fit in the bags on her bike alongside all the property

she’d cleared out of her locker at the station. Not enough.

She considered her options and ruled out a stop at home to

make room for a liquor run. Instead, she roared out of the lot and

steered her bike in the direction of Oak Lawn. She may not want

company, but strangers didn’t count. A short trip later, she parked

in one of the several empty spots in front of Sue Ellen’s. It was just

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after five o’clock. She stowed her helmet and shook out her shoulder

length hair.

As she walked toward the bar, she noticed a few groups of

women on the patio. Outdoor heaters took the edge off the crisp

fall evening. It was the perfect weather for sitting outside. As Skye

unzipped her jacket she remembered two things: she was packing, and

she wasn’t allowed to take her gun into a bar anymore. Like most law

enforcement officers, Skye had a concealed handgun license. Losing

her job didn’t take that away from her, but only cops with CHLs were

allowed to carry just about anywhere. For regular citizens, like she

was now, there were limits. Liquor stores and bars, the two places

she’d wanted to be tonight, were both on the list of forbidden places.

Resigned to her new status, she strode back to her bike and subtly

placed her weapon in the locked compartment inside the saddlebag.

Moments later, she was seated at the downstairs bar with a

cold mug of beer and a shot of Bushmills. Skye wasn’t alone, but a

lesbian bar seemed the safest place to be, since the likelihood she’d

encounter any of her police brethren was slim. She’d always taken

special care not to let her orientation become an issue on the job,

and it was a relief to sit in a bar with women holding hands, kissing,

and dancing in each other’s arms, without the slightest worry she

might be seen.

The androgynous bartender deftly poured Skye’s drinks, then

offered to assist her with anything else she needed. Skye didn’t

respond to the remark, but filed it away for future use. Right now,

all she cared about was the dulling promise of the alcohol in front of

her. She drank swiftly to fulfill her end of the bargain.

❖

“I can’t possibly dance after that ten course food festival you

and Nick whipped up. It’s my birthday. Just let me sit on this nice

barstool and watch you lovebirds sway to the music. That’s my

wish.” Aimee Howard slid into the nearest seat and dared her friends

to drag her away. This was the first dateless birthday party she could

remember, but the choice had been hers.

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“Fine, but let me at least get you a drink.” Mackenzie Lewis,

Aimee’s best friend, stood waiting for her order. Aimee pushed

her playfully away. “You’ve been waiting on me all night.” Aimee

called out to Mackenzie’s lover, “Dr. Wagner! Oh, Dr. Wagner!”

Jordan Wagner strode over to Aimee’s perch and inclined her

head. “Yes, Birthday Mistress?”

“A Cosmo for me and one of whatever my friend slash personal

chef here is having. Oh, and do get something for yourself.”

Aimee’s tone was teasing. She, Mac, and Jordan had been

friends since college when, while attending UT in Austin, they all

discovered they had several things in common including the fact

they were all from Dallas, and they were all lesbians. They became

fast friends and, recently, Jordan and Mac had become lovers.

But Aimee was still holding out for the love of her life. She’d

engaged in what her friends had nicknamed serial monogamy

for years. Her friends teased that she kept a moving company on

retainer to escort the flavor of the month into and out of her home.

Aimee protested, but she had to admit she was generous at the onset

and often displeased with the end result. Her wealth and status was

a definite handicap when it came to finding a mate who loved her

more than the trappings that accompanied her devotion. After years

of perpetually picking the wrong women, she seemed doomed to let

the swell of first date lust sweep away any trace of skepticism.

Just last week, Aimee had turned out the latest woman allowed

to grace her home after she learned the fiend was gathering material

for a book about the adult lives of children of Dallas socialites.

Aimee thought the idea behind the book was thoroughly unengaging

and unlikely to be picked up for publication, but Aimee wasn’t keen

on the idea of her lover going through her mail and trash looking for

tidbits that might be interesting to her readers. She took swift action

and hired movers to send the woman packing.

Following this latest relationship crumble, her circle of friends

were determined she wasn’t going to spend her birthday alone, and

they had rallied to show her a great time. Another couple in the

group, Meaghan and Haley, were her designated drivers. After they

picked her up at her home in Highland Park, the evening started

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at MacKenzie’s East Dallas restaurant, the Lakeside Grill, with

a tasting menu personally prepared by Mac’s chef, Nick Walters.

After dinner, Jordan insisted they adjourn to Sue Ellen’s to dance

off dinner. Aimee dreaded this part of the evening. Dancing usually

meant pairing off. Even though it was her big night, she was the

fifth wheel, despite the obvious efforts of the other two couples to

include her in her own celebration.

Jordan placed her Cosmo on the bar alongside another for

Mac. She grabbed Mac and Aimee and pulled them both toward

the dance floor. “Remember in college? The three of us used to

dance together all the time. Come on, let’s show ’em what we got.”

Jordan’s magnetism was difficult to resist. Aimee reached for her

drink, toasted the air, and drank half of it down. What the hell. It’s

my birthday.

❖

Skye lost count of how many drinks she’d consumed. At some

point she stopped ordering the beer back, and concentrated on

whiskey as her drug of choice. Her dealer, the bartender, seemed

happy to keep them coming. Each new glass was delivered with an

increasingly heavy side dose of attention, a brush against her hand,

a whispered comment, a knowing smile. Skye wasn’t sure whether

the bartender was motivated by the prospect of dollars in the tip jar

or a chance to get in her pants, and she didn’t care. In her current

state, Skye was likely to give her anything she wanted. Sex would

be just another drug to soothe her pain.

It must be late, she thought. The bar was crowded and most

of the women were well on the way to inebriation. Skye noticed a

good-looking group of women on her left. She wasn’t sure how long

they had been there, but it was obvious they all knew each other

well. They were older than many of the patrons, and they carried

the look of professional success in their classy wardrobes. A sporty

blonde was pressed up against a tall, dashing redhead. A couple.

Another couple, nursing Perrier, watched them indulgently as if

they had been the matchmakers.

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The last woman in the group was the one who caught Skye’s

attention, a voluptuous blonde. Her hair was perfectly coiffed and

framed her face in well-tamed waves. Despite her strong buzz,

Skye could tell her lapis blue eyes held just a hint of sadness behind

the twinkle she put on for the crowd. Her body was full-figure

perfect, every curve rounded out her designer dress with promises

of pleasure beneath, except for the neckline, which did more than

promise. Low-cut lines displayed perfect cleavage, and for a brief

moment, Skye imagined herself running her tongue down the side

of one breast and back up the other as she explored the valleys of

this woman’s offering. She flicked a glance at the blonde’s hands,

perfectly manicured French nails. Her tiny feet were encased in tall

pumps, with slight openings for her painted toes to peep through.

Her makeup was flawless, and her diamond jewelry shone bright.

Everything about her spoke expensive, high-class socialite. She was

the antithesis to Skye’s rough, windblown look.

Skye shrugged. She had no business lusting after picture-

perfect divas. Raised with five brothers, she was pure tomboy.

While she might appreciate girly beauty from a distance, she didn’t

understand it. Why would anyone go to all the trouble of layering

over the attributes they were born with? This woman’s body spoke

volumes about her natural beauty. Skye was willing to bet she was

even more gorgeous when the makeup, hair products, and jewels

were stripped away.

As if she could hear Skye’s thoughts, the blonde turned away

from her friends and looked in Skye’s direction. Skye maintained

her focus until the blonde locked eyes with her. She had no idea

what her own expression spoke, but the blonde’s look was curious,

her lips turned up in a playful smile. Still, something lurked beneath

the smile. A hint of loneliness?

Skye knew that feeling, even pretended she liked it. Was

the blonde pretending too? Skye wasn’t fooled by the entourage.

Sometimes a crowd only accentuated the isolation. She stared at the

blonde, unable, unwilling to break the connection.

She considered going to her, asking her to dance, but after

countless drinks, she wasn’t sure she could even walk. She resigned

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herself to merely returning the smile, an invitation for the woman

to approach her instead. Would she? The events of the day had

shattered Skye’s confidence more than she cared to admit. Her pals

on the force called her cocky, but she knew the other not as nice

words they used behind her back.

Maybe the combination of sex and alcohol was the perfect

plan to take the edge off. She shrugged away the foreboding sense

this encounter would lead to more. The blonde started toward her,

and Skye broke their connection for a moment to take a drink. She

looked back in time to see her plan unravel in a sequence of brief

scenes. The tall redhead tapped the blonde on the shoulder. The

blonde stopped moving and looked back. The redhead introduced

her to a beautiful dark-haired woman who, like the blonde, sported a

cocktail dress and all the appropriate accessories. The women shook

hands. Skye could imagine the conversation, led by the redhead.

Meet this nice woman. She’s like you. Much better for you than the

rogue across the room. No need for you to slum it with her, when you

can go out with someone in your same social class.

The connection broken, Skye swiveled back to her drink. As

she pulled the whiskey toward her, the bartender tapped the glass.

“Another Bushmills, or are you ready to call it a night? My shift’s

over now.” Her penetrating stare conveyed an invitation.

Skye couldn’t help herself. She shot a look at the curvy blonde

across the room before turning her attention back to the bartender.

She read the full extent of the offer in her eyes. Drink or sex? The

choice was hers. She was tired of making choices. Justice or truth?

Quit or be fired? Be a cop or be…? She drained the last drops from

the glass in front of her and pushed it toward the bartender.

“Why don’t you choose for me?”

❖

“Damn, where is she?” Aimee didn’t try to hide her frustration.

It’s my birthday, after all. She had finally summoned up the courage

to approach the hot blonde at the bar, when Jordan interrupted to

introduce her to one of her friends. Cynthia Hanley had a cause

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to pitch and was hopeful Aimee might toss some of the famous

Howard fortune her way. Jordan had already contributed to the cause

and was helping Cynthia line up additional donors. Aimee listened

politely for a couple minutes before encouraging Cynthia to contact

her office and schedule an appointment to make a full presentation.

She’d barely heard a word she said. Instead, she’d been focused on

scouting out the striking blonde at the bar. She looked around but

didn’t see her anywhere.

Mac waved a hand in front of her face, breaking her intense

visual search. “Who are you looking for?”

“I saw this woman at the bar.”

“And?”

“I’m not sure. I think she was asking me to dance or something.”

“You talked to her?” Mac placed a hand on Aimee’s forehead

and lifted her Cosmo from her hand. “Honey, are you feeling okay?

You’ve been with us all night. I think I would’ve noticed if a woman

asked you to dance.”

“It was more of a silent invitation. I could feel the request from

across the room.” Aimee knew she sounded crazy the minute the

words tumbled out, but she couldn’t deny the magnetic pull she’d

felt when the woman had smiled her way. Now she felt a vacuum.

She was certain the woman was no longer in the bar.

Mac continued to seek out the stranger. “What did she look

like?”“Long, windblown blond hair, lean body, but muscular. Dressed

in worn jeans, tight black T-shirt, black leather boots.” Aimee

surveyed Mac’s appearance. “Actually, she was an edgy version of

you.”“Wow. You sure got a lot of detail from across the room.”

“There was a connection. I can’t explain it, but the air between

us crackled.” She laughed. “I know you probably think I’m crazy.

She was totally not my usual type, but she was totally hot. And now

she’s gone. I can feel it.”

Mac slid an arm around her waist. “I’m sorry.” Then, as if

Aimee’s earlier remark had just penetrated, she asked, “What do

you mean, totally not your type?”

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Aimee smiled. “Wondered when you were going to snap. Face

it, Mackenzie, you athletic babes are too much for a sedate gal like

me to handle. I can guarantee she hits the gym first thing every day.

I don’t need some chick who’s going to wake me up in the morning

for anything other than to serve me breakfast in bed.”

“Breakfast?”

Aimee shared a wicked grin with her. “Okay, well, I would

consider waking up early for something besides breakfast. Maybe if

we wait here until then, she’ll come back.”

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ChaPTer Two

Skye rolled over onto an empty whiskey bottle. She extricated

the intruder and chucked it onto a clump of dirty laundry

growing by the side of her bed. She rubbed her eyes and tried to

focus on the bright green numbers of her bedside clock. Twelve

eighteen, likely p.m. since the sun glared, accusingly, through her

window blinds. She wasn’t entirely sure what day it was, not that it

mattered. She thought about rolling back over. She’d probably sleep

better now that she wasn’t lying on a hunk of glass, but a rolling in

her gut urged her out of bed.

The path to the bathroom was strewn with the detritus of her

chaotic life. Who knew drinking and fucking could wreak such

havoc? The revelation was especially surprising since all the fucking

had taken place elsewhere. Lord knew she couldn’t bring women

back here to screw. She might lose them in the clutter. In the last

three weeks since she’d been dismissed from the job, she’d gone

home with a different woman every night. Despite herself, she’d

kept a vigilant watch for the blonde, but she didn’t see her again.

Finally tired of the knowing looks from the bartender at Sue’s, she

started trolling other bars to find new prospects. The bartender would

gladly soothe her pain, again and again, but Skye wasn’t interested

in forming even the pretext of a relationship. No double dipping.

No matter whom she went home with, she managed to make it

back to her place before dawn. Sitting in the dark, she drank to fill

the empty spots in her soul, to quell the fear of being alone, to silence

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the memories of her assault at the hands of Theodore Burke in this

very room. The alcohol only worked to reduce her waking fears to

nightmares, lulling her into sleep before the piercing pictures of her

experience sent her screaming back awake. She was stuck in the

cycle, but she didn’t know how to break it. Her attempts consisted

of more alcohol, more strangers stroking her to oblivion. Both

remedies worked temporarily, but she had yet to find the permanent

fix. Looking around the room, she realized she wasn’t going to find

it here.

When the phone rang, she was tempted to chuck it across the

room. There was no one she wanted to talk to. She glanced at her

message machine. The display read “memory full.” She couldn’t

remember the last time she’d checked it. She conceded it might be

time to ease back into the real world and lifted the handset.

“Yeah.”

“Skye, is that you?”

Oh shit. Skye straightened at the sound of her mother’s voice,

and arranged the covers on her bed, embarrassed at having been

caught in such a mess. She can’t see you. The thought didn’t change

her behavior. From a very early age, Skye learned to believe in

her mother’s strong sixth sense based on many occasions she had

witnessed the power in action.

“Hi, Mom.” She cleared her throat to dismiss the creak of

speaking the first few words of the day.

“Did I wake you?”

“No, I’m awake.” Mostly true, she decided.

“We’ve been worried about you. We’re having a late lunch. Get

cleaned up and come on over.”

Skye looked in the mirror. Her hair was smashed flat against

her head, and the bags under her eyes bore witness to days of fitful

sleep. Her only clothing, a T-shirt, was streaked with whiskey stains.

A shower alone wasn’t going to make her presentable, but her

mother’s invitation wasn’t a request, it was a command.

“Sure. I’ll be right over.”

The shower did its part to wake her up, but Skye rooted around

in the kitchen for coffee to take her the rest of the way. An exhaustive

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search turned up enough grounds for a small pot, but no filters. Not

to be deterred, Skye shoved a paper towel in the coffee maker, and

moments later, shuddered her way through a cup of the rough brew.

Later at the gas station, her problems weren’t so easily solved.

The gas gauge on her bike registered at near empty and both of

her credit cards were declined at the pump. She flashed back to the

numerous times she’d used her cards at the bar lately and guessed

she’d spent more on alcohol than she’d realized. A thorough search

of her pockets turned up a scattered assortment of bills and coins,

totaling ten dollars and forty-seven cents.

On the ride over, Skye wondered who would be at lunch.

She’d finally figured out it was Sunday when she saw the bulky

edition of the paper for sale at the convenience store where she’d

purchased her fuel. When she was growing up, Sunday afternoon

dinner represented the most important meal of the week. Everyone

was expected to attend, dressed for a formal meal. Skye surveyed

her attire. Levi’s, black T-shirt, and heavy black leather boots. Well,

at least she was dressed. Hopefully, her mother would understand

her current circumstances had diverted her attention from adherence

to social graces.

Her father answered the door. Stuart Keaton, retired assistant

chief of police, was a formidable man. When Skye was growing

up, her father’s career was at its peak, and she’d always thought

of him as a cop first, then a father. She dreaded his reaction to her

separation from the force. Chief Keaton thought that the job was a

calling. She figured he would think she wasn’t worthy of the badge

and, by association, not worthy of his respect.

Nothing about his expression or demeanor betrayed his feelings,

but his words told her everything she needed to know. “Hey, girl,

your mother is in the kitchen with the wives. Why don’t you go help

her get the meal ready? I’ll be outside with your brothers. We’ll talk

later.”Never in the thirty-five years she’d been alive had her parents

ever treated her differently than their five sons. They’d expected

her to excel at sports, suppress tears when injured, and become a

decorated cop. Just like her brothers. Her mother cooked and cleaned,

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with the assistance of a part-time housekeeper, and never had Skye

been expected to perform “womanly” domestic duties. Mowing

the lawn, changing oil in the cars, landscaping preparation—those

were the only tasks she was expected to do around the house. Her

dismissal to the kitchen was a strong message about her new rank in

the household structure.

Her mother’s greeting was completely different. Large spoon

in one hand and potholder in the other, she closed the distance to

give her a fierce hug. Skye fought the tears that threatened to appear

as her mother held her close. When she finally pulled away, her

mother tilted her chin and looked intently at her face.

“You’re not sleeping.”

Understatement. Skye was just grateful her mom didn’t mention

the puffiness that accompanied the dark circles under her eyes. She

knew her mom wasn’t so naïve that she wouldn’t realize Skye had

been medicating with alcohol, but she didn’t want to discuss it.

Their family rules were firmly in place—no direct discussion of

uncomfortable topics, even here in the kitchen with “the wives.”

Her brothers’ wives were supportive, feminine, and obedient. No

way was Skye going to discuss her circumstances with any of them.

Her father and brothers were a different matter, and Skye wondered

how her family of cops would make it through an entire meal

without mentioning the topic of her dismissal from the department.

She wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

“A good meal will make you feel better.”

“I’m sure it will.” Skye gestured toward the stove. “What can

I do to help?”

“Sit. Keep me company.” Her mother pointed to the large oak

table in her vast kitchen. Clearly, her ideas about Skye’s role in the

family hadn’t changed. She placed a large glass of iced tea on the

table and urged her to drink.

“Mom, I’m sorry I haven’t called.” Skye felt like a heel in the

face of her mother’s kindness. “I’ve been going through a lot lately.”

“Hush. You’ll get through this. You’re a good woman, Skye.”

She leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. “You don’t need a

badge to prove it.”

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The words were exactly what she needed to hear, even if

she didn’t believe them. She knew her father and brothers would

strongly disagree. As if she could read Skye’s mind, her mother

added, “They’ll come around. Don’t you worry.”

Coming around didn’t take the form Skye expected. After

everyone’s plates were full, her father tapped a knife against his tea

glass to command everyone’s attention. All eyes turned his way.

“I have a couple of things to say, and then this subject will be

closed forever.” His steady gaze in her direction signaled to Skye

that “this subject” was her termination from the force. Perfect. She

braced herself for his public airing of her dirty laundry.

“The official record states Skye resigned from the force.

Her personnel jacket shows only a lengthy term of commendable

service. I will not tolerate anyone implying she was anything other

than a decorated, honorable law enforcement officer. Should anyone

imply otherwise, I expect you, as her brothers, to display loyalty.

Skye has retired to pursue other interests. End of story.” One by one,

he scrutinized her brothers’ faces. “Do I make myself clear?” They

each nodded in turn.

His next comment was directed to Skye. “My old partner, Ernie

Lavatos, runs a security company. It’s good work. He’ll provide you

with a car and uniform. You’ll have to work shifts, but it’s good

work,” he repeated as if to convince himself.

Skye fought to contain the shudder the words “security

company” evoked. She hadn’t worn a uniform in years and the

thought of donning heavy polyester clothes was almost as distasteful

as the moniker “rent-a-cop.” Sure, she might get a shiny new badge,

but she wouldn’t be allowed to carry a firearm to back it up. She kept

her eyes focused on her father to avoid the sympathetic expressions

of her brothers.

Her father ignored her silence and her brothers’ barely

concealed reactions and continued. “I’ll give you his number after

dinner. He’s expecting you to call tomorrow. You can start work

tomorrow night.”

She knew by his tone, he expected her to accept the work

without question. If she did, she would spend her nights tooling

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around mostly vacant parking lots in a four-door box-shaped car

instead of picking up women in bars. Skye flashed to the spare

change in her pocket. Forty-seven cents remained after her trip to

the gas station. She figured she could scrounge another ten bucks

from loose change in her apartment, but she wouldn’t be picking up

too many women with that kind of dough. She wouldn’t be doing

much else either. Resigned to her fate, Skye hoped the job site

wasn’t farther away than the ten bucks’ worth of fuel in her tank

could reach.

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ChaPTer Three

Aimee loved Monday mornings as much as someone could

love something she barely noticed. While the rest of the

world scurried around, frantically transitioning into work mode, she

usually made a point of sleeping in. After all, as a successful real

estate broker, leisurely weekends were rare. Her boutique real estate

firm was at the top of the list in the more exclusive areas of the

city such that even with a business partner and four other agents

working for her, Aimee remained as busy as any of them. Most of

her clients had known her for years and didn’t want to place their

trust in anyone else. Born into a long line of brokers and developers,

real estate was in her blood, and she took special pride in helping her

clients manage the sale and acquisition of unique residences. Often,

Monday morning, when everyone else’s focus turned back to their

own careers instead of acquiring or divesting themselves of a home,

was the only time she could guarantee to be completely her own.

Even Elsa, her housekeeper, had the day off.

Actually, this past weekend had been fairly slow. As the

holidays approached, everyone seemed more focused on shopping

for presents than homes. The lull in business zapped any touch of

guilt she might have for sleeping the morning away.

The sharp ringing of the phone bit into her sleepy haze. Aimee

considered ignoring the caller, but after three rings she was already

half awake. If she didn’t do something to interrupt the noise, she’d

have no chance at revisiting la-la land.

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“Hello,” she grumbled. It was her home phone. She didn’t have

to act happy.

“Aimee?” The voice on the other end was barely a whisper.

“Yeah, who’s this?”

“It’s Tom. I have to make this fast. They don’t know I’m here

yet.”Aimee sat up and scratched her head. Tom was her business

partner. What she didn’t know was who “they” were?

“You’re going to have to make more sense than that. I was

sound asleep when you called. Oh, and speak up. I can barely hear

you.”He continued, still in a whisper. “A whole team of cops just

descended on the office. I’ve never seen anything like it. There must

be a dozen of them. They have a warrant and they’re picking the

place apart. I ducked into the storeroom when I heard them so I

could call you. Based on what I’ve heard, they’re looking for—”

Silence. Aimee shook the phone. “Tom? Hey, Tom? Are you

there?” Nothing. She hung up and redialed his number.

“You’ve reached the voice mailbox of Tom Glannon. I’m not

available to take your call right now—” Aimee hung up without

listening to the rest. Next, she dialed the main office number. Three

rings in, she jumped at the sound of loud banging. It took a minute

before she realized the banging was coming from downstairs, not

her phone line.

What the hell? She hung up and ran toward the front stairwell.

Most of the time, Aimee loved her spacious home. Days like today,

she hated living in a six thousand square foot three-story all by

herself. She paused at the first floor landing and peered out the

tops of the tall, arched windows. The street was lined with rows of

dark sedans and SUVs, none of which were the Mercedes Benzes,

Lexuses, and Range Rovers like she was used to seeing in her

Highland Park neighborhood. Aimee spotted a cluster of uniformed

men with guns dash toward the side of her house. Although she had

almost no direct contact with law enforcement, Aimee had seen

enough episodes of Criminal Minds to know a herd of some kind

of cops was in the neighborhood to take down someone important.

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Suddenly, she connected Tom’s phone call, the raid at her office, and

the insistent pounding on her front door. The battalion of officers

amassing outside was here for her. Instantly, she went from voyeur

to hunted.

Glancing down, she wondered if her short cut negligee would

buy her any leniency. The shouts of, “Federal Agents, open the door!”

foreclosed any thoughts she had about changing into something

more modest. Surely, once they realized they had the wrong place,

she could crawl back into bed and pretend this whole experience

was just a bad dream.

“I’m coming,” she called out, but the sound of her voice was lost

against the loud boom of the battering ram that felled her reclaimed

oak wood door flat into the foyer. The stained glass windowpane in

the door shattered. Before Aimee could properly mourn her loss, a

sea of agents in black flak jackets stormed into the entryway, and

shoved their big black guns in her direction.

“On your knees! Hands on your head! Now!”

Aimee dropped to her knees immediately. So much for the

negligee. Her levity faded fast as she felt cold, biting metal encircle

her wrists. She was certain this was all a huge mistake, but she was

on her knees, restrained, with nasty looking guns pointed in her

direction and a circle of men in black sporting an alphabet soup of

initials on their vests and jackets. Whatever the mistake was, it wasn’t

going to just go away. She struggled to think of something she could

say or do to stop this home invasion and secure her release. Bits and

pieces of television shows played through her mind. Finally, she

found a common thread.

“Do you have a warrant?”

“Yes.”

The tall man standing over her uttered only the one word.

Apparently, she was supposed to accept it as the final say. He was

entirely in black except for broad white letters on his vest. This one

read ATF. Aimee searched her mind. Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms.

He had that last one down. He was holding a huge black gun and

wore a shoulder holster with its twin. Aimee didn’t see any evidence

of a neatly folded paper warrant, the kind detectives shoved in the

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hands of defendants as they entered their homes. Should he show it to

me? Don’t I get to see exactly what it says? When do I get my phone

call? Am I even under arrest? Her television references were a mixed

bag when it came to answering these questions. Aimee decided the

best way to get an answer was to ask a question straight out.

“What the hell are you looking for?”

The man didn’t respond, but Aimee heard a single word echoing

through the halls of her home: “Clear!” In a few minutes, she was

surrounded by at least a half dozen more armed men, ICE, FBI,

and more ATF. One of them nodded his head at her and two others

yanked her to her feet and walked her down the stairs. They seated

her at the head of her formal dining table and filled in the remaining

chairs. The one who had nodded removed her cuffs.

“Where is she?”

Aimee scrunched her brow for a moment, then the pieces began

to click into place. They were looking for her good-for-nothing ex.

Writing a book, my ass. I bet she was up to some nefarious fraud

scheme. Whatever it was had to be horrible enough to merit a federal

raid with a battering ram and a full arsenal. She would gladly give

up the tramp. In fact, she was certain the moving company receipt

contained the tramp’s new address.

“I’m going to need to look for her address, but I’ll be happy to

help. She moved out a few weeks ago. I’m sure her new address is

on the mover’s receipt.”

“She’s not working for you anymore?”

Aimee was confused. Tramp had never worked for her. She’d

never worked at all unless you called pretending to write a book

working. Aimee remembered Tom’s phone call. Federal agents were

at her office. Something was off, and she was back to thinking the

whole thing was a big mistake.

“Who are you talking about?”

The men seated around the table exchanged glances, and then

the one obviously in charge leaned forward and tossed a set of

papers in front of her. “Nicole Howard. Your niece.”

Before Aimee could process his statement, questions came fast

from several directions.

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“When was the last time you saw Nicole?”

“Just before her midterms, uh, a few weeks ago. She came by

the first weekend before heading out of town.”

“Where was she going?”

“I think she was headed to Vegas for the weekend.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t remember. She was only here a couple of hours before

her flight.”

“Why is this address listed as her residence?”

Aimee considered the question before answering. Nicole’s

dad, Aimee’s brother Neil, had been transferred to Europe during

Nicole’s first year of college. In order to maintain her resident status,

Nicole lived with Aimee during breaks and vacations, though this

past year her stops at Aimee’s home on the way to various travel

destinations were brief. The last time she’d seen Nicole, she’d been

downright surly and they had had a fight, though about what Aimee

couldn’t quite recall. Aimee wasn’t sure if Nicole’s representation

that she lived with her constituted some kind of crime, but she was

pretty sure these badasses weren’t here to arrest Nicki on a tuition

violation.

“Her parents live in Europe. She was already enrolled at UT

Austin when they moved, so she uses my address as a home base.”

“And she worked for you?”

Ah, that’s why they were at the office. “For a few weeks last

summer.”

The main questioner nodded, but his eyes betrayed he thought

she was lying. Aimee started to protest, but decided to take a

different tack, and ask some questions of her own. “What do you

want with Nicole?”

“I’m afraid that’s confidential.”

“Can you at least tell me what you think she’s done to merit

such a show?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you anything. Security reasons.”

“Really?” Aimee could feel her voice rise along with her

temper. This guy wasn’t afraid of anything, and she was annoyed at

this attitude. “You can bust down my front door and manhandle me,

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but when it comes to answering a simple question you’re ‘afraid’?

Whatever.” She folded her arms and resolved these bullies would

get no more information from her.

They got the message. As a group, they stood and strode from

the room. The leader turned back to deliver a final message. “We’re

going to find Nicole. If you see or hear from her, tell her to turn

herself in. Any assistance you provide her in evading our efforts

will constitute a federal crime, a felony, on your part. You’ve been

warned.”

Aimee spent the entire day soothing ruffled feathers, including

her own. Once they were satisfied she didn’t have Nicole locked

away in some secret compartment in her home or office, the federal

agents left as quickly as they had arrived. She learned only one thing

about their investigation—they were consumed with finding Nicole.

The papers the agent had given her didn’t help. It appeared to be

a search warrant, but the two sheets of paper didn’t contain any

useful information. She had no clue why this crowd was so intent

on finding Nicole.

The minute they left, Aimee made three calls. First order of

business—door repair. Her second call was to Tom. She told him the

raid was all a big mistake and she apologized for the inconvenience.

He was unflappable. He assured her not to worry. The action at the

office had happened early enough that none of their clients was

on the premises at the time, and he’d already calmed down the

few employees who were on site. Aimee breathed a sigh of relief

although she knew word was certain to get around.

Her third call was to her attorney, Rudy Harrison. Rudy handled

exclusively real estate and business matters, but he promised he

would make some calls and see what he could find out. She had done

all she could for now, but since it was now eleven, her morning’s

sleep was ruined. It was, however, almost time for lunch. She had no

appetite, but she did have a destination in mind. Before she left, she

placed one more call. Nicki’s number was programmed in her cell.

“The number you’ve dialed is no longer a working number. If

you believe you’ve reached this message in error, please check the

number and dial again.”

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❖

When the food came, Aimee decided she was hungry after all.

“I think stress is best cured with cheese.” She bit into a toasty

grilled cheese sandwich.

Mac leaned over and snatched a sweet potato fry from Aimee’s

plate. “Or something fried.” She munched on the fry and asked,

“What are you going to do?”

While they were waiting on lunch, Aimee had highlighted her

horrific morning to Mac. The whole experience had seemed surreal,

especially as she relayed the details while sitting on the beautiful

patio of Mac’s restaurant, the Lakeside Grill, nestled against White

Rock Lake. With bright shirted cyclists and a striking city skyline in

the background, Aimee told Mac about the intense morning raid of

both her home and office.

“I don’t have a clue. I called Neil on the way over here. God

love him, but since they moved to Europe, he and Nicki haven’t

talked that much. He said he hears from her when her rent and

tuition payments are due. He asked me to see what I could find out

about whatever’s gotten the FBI all worked up.”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to contact you.”

“I’m not. Last time I saw her she barely said two words. She

dropped in, left her laundry for Elsa, and took off for the airport with

some guy once her clothes were washed and folded. I tried to ask

her about school, but she made some comment about how she was

doing the best she could in that elitist liberal environment.”

“Seriously? Little Nicki? I thought she loved Austin, and for

crying out loud, she was talking to her gay aunt. Liberal environment?

Whatever.”

“I gotta tell you, Mac, I feel sad. I used to be her favorite

relative, but since this semester started, I feel like she only reaches

out when she needs something.”

“I understand. Now back to my original question. What are you

going to do?”

“I told Neil I would do something. He offered to come back,

but I told him to wait. I’ve always been closer to Nicki than her

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parents have, and if I can get hold of her, I’m sure I can find out

what’s going on. She may have been acting like a brat lately, but I

have to believe it’s just a phase.

“I was hoping Rudy would have called me back by now.”

Aimee glanced around and leaned in close. “I know you’ll probably

think I’m imagining things, but I swear someone’s watching my

place. When I left this morning, I saw a florist van parked on my

street. It was there when the feds left and still in the same place over

an hour later. Unless someone on my street is having a wedding at

their house on a Monday, I can’t imagine any other reason for that

van to be there that long.”

Mac placed her hand over Aimee’s. “Well, whether it means

anything or not, you’ll feel better when you get this sorted out. Are

you sure Rudy can help? He’s a great guy, but he’s not going to have

a clue about where to start.”

Aimee remembered Rudy had done the legal work when Mac

purchased the property for her restaurant. “I know. I guess I was

thinking he might know someone who would.”

“Good thought.” Mac scrunched her brow. “Hey, I have an

idea. What about that attorney you dated last year?”

“Morgan Bradley? She wasn’t someone I dated, she was my

client.”

“Date, client. Fine line for you. Let’s just say the way you

described how she looked, she sounded more like a date than a

client. Anyway, doesn’t she practice criminal defense?”

“Yes, she does, with her wife.” Aimee waved a hand at Mac’s

raised eyebrows. “They’re in practice together. I can’t believe I

didn’t think of them.”

“You must have blocked her from your datebook when she got

married.”

“She was never in my datebook. We went out once, on a setup,

and she spent the whole time brooding over the hunk she wound

up marrying. I’d hate her for it, but having met Parker, I can hardly

blame her. Morgan Bradley has impeccable taste. I helped them buy

a house last Christmas.”

“Sounds like she owes you a little professional courtesy.”

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“Oh, she paid me well, but you’re right. I’ll give her a call after

lunch.” She slapped away Mac’s hand as it inched toward her fries

again. “Don’t you own this place? Can’t you get someone to bring

you your own order?”

“Yours taste better.”

Aimee smiled for the first time that day. “That’s what all the

girls say.”

❖

Skye placed the paper bag containing her brand new uniform

on the bar next to her wallet. The clock positioned above the neatly

lined rows of liquor bottles read seven p.m. She had three hours

before her first shift. She chided herself for volunteering to fill in

for another employee who had called in sick. She’d been up early

that morning to comply with her father’s request. Ernie Lavasos

was a likeable guy, and from the looks of things, he ran a fairly

professional outfit, which she expected from a retired cop. But

nothing could change the fact that the uniform in the bag beside her

was a costume. When she wore it, she would only be playing the

role of a cop, but she’d never be one again.

The bartender with whom Skye had started her tailspin leaned

toward her. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Skye hadn’t had the heart or the energy to return to Sue’s or

go anywhere else last night after she’d finally escaped her parents’

house. She didn’t have the money either, and while she could usually

count on her looks to get a few drinks purchased by prospective

partners, she decided a good night’s sleep was the wiser choice.

Alone and sober, she hadn’t slept any better than when she drank

and fucked her way into oblivion. She peered back at the bartender,

whose name she’d forgotten, and wondered what this woman, who

had witnessed her exploits, must think of her.

“Everyone needs a night off now and then.”

“Need something to do tonight?”

“I’m good. Starting a new job.” The moment the words left

her mouth, Skye regretted them. She had no desire to discuss this

necessary, but unwelcome, career move.

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“Tomorrow?”

“Tonight.”

“Need a drink to fortify you?” The question carried only the

slightest tinge of judgment.

Skye’s sight drifted toward the beautiful beckoning bottles.

Just one drink to take the edge off. She would have an easier time

struggling into the polyester wannabe cop outfit with a single shot.

Besides, her assignment was to keep guard over a car dealership.

No one was going to sneak a hunk of metal past her, no matter how

many drinks she had. One was nothing. One was necessary. She

scrounged in her pocket and pulled out four dollar bills. Enough

for a beer and a tip. She’d rather have a stiff shot of whiskey, but

she’d have to wait on a paycheck to be able to afford what she really

wanted. The irony of her situation struck her cold: work a job you

don’t like to make money to buy the things you do. She’d spent her

life working a job she loved, and having the things she wanted. The

sacrifice was disheartening.

“It’s on me.”

Skye lit up. She could have what she wanted after all. She

looked deep into the bartender’s eyes. There she saw the true price

of the choice beverage and chose not to make another sacrifice. She

slid the bills across the bar. “Thanks, but I got it. Beer. Draft. Keep

the change.”

She nursed the beer which became ridiculously warm by the

time she had to leave. She waited until the bartender was busy with

a group on the other side of the bar, then she slid off her stool and

skirted the edge of the dance floor to the restroom. She was thankful

all the stalls had doors and she had a jacket to disguise the ugly navy

outfit. She made a quick exit, not even stopping to check herself in

the mirror before she left.

Striding out the door, she popped a stick of gum. One drink

was a mistake. It made her breath smell and induced the craving for

another.

The ride across town was quick and clear. Monday night traffic

was virtually nonexistent, and she was able to outmaneuver the few

cars that got in her way. As she sped down the road, with the wind

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whipping her jacket, she wondered why she was in such a hurry to

arrive at a job she was destined to hate.

She cut the engine as she approached the car lot and guided it

quietly toward the gate. She didn’t want to startle the guard she was

there to relieve, but she was mildly curious about whether he was

vigilant enough to detect her approach. She slid off the seat, kicked

the well-oiled stand into place, locked the bike, and pocketed the

key. She glanced to her left, then at the ground, before carefully

choosing her steps. She found a low spot on the fence and vaulted

over. Within seconds, she spotted the guard she was there to relieve.

He leaned back in a chair on the showroom floor, watching the news

on the big screen plasma TV hanging on the wall. Some security.

Skye considered surprising him. They weren’t supposed to

carry firearms, but her Sig was tucked under her jacket and, though

she doubted Mr. Lazy had considered doing the same, she decided

not to risk being shot. She approached the showroom door and

pushed the buzzer.

He took a good five minutes to get to the door, likely taking

time to remove any evidence of his sloth on duty. He opened the door

about five inches and peered through. Skye initiated introductions.

“Keaton.” She stuck out her hand. “I’m your relief.”

His handshake was firm. “Ron Denny. You’re early.”

She offered half a smile with her explanation. “My first day.”

He looked her over. “You on the job?” Lots of cops worked

security part-time for extra money. Skye never had. Her father

always said extra hours spent doing easy guard duty dulled good

cop instincts. Guess he figures I don’t need those instincts anymore.

“Used to be.”

“You’re carrying.”

Skye knew it was a guess, but a good one. She did a little sizing

up of her own. Her first impression told her this guy was likely a

career wannabe. He wore the misshapen uniform like a second skin,

and he was comfortable enough on the job to risk getting caught

using his client’s business like his own personal living room. Despite

these conclusions, his sharp two-minute assessment of her had her

rethinking her initial impressions.

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“Is that a problem?” She waited for him to point out it was

against the rules.

“Not for me.”

At least he wasn’t a hypocrite. “Good.” She gestured toward

the inside of the showroom. “Wanna show me around?”

“Sure.” He shifted his belt, hitched his pants, and led the way

to a bank of monitors. “Not much to this place. They aren’t worried

about theft as much as vandalism. Vandals usually travel in packs,

so they’re pretty easy to spot on the cameras. I do a walk-through

every hour.”

Skye held back a yawn as she thought about how boring the

next ten hours were going to be. No wonder he watched TV.

“Did you bring a meal?”

She shook her head. She hadn’t thought about not being able to

leave the premises to grab a bite to eat.

“You’re not the first one that didn’t think about it the first night.

I’ve got a cooler my wife packed for me. I’ll leave you a sandwich

or two. Let’s walk the perimeter together then I’ll take off.”

He led the way, and as Skye hurried to keep up, she chided

herself. Ron was a good guy and she had no business making snap

decisions about his work ethic based on a few minutes of observation.

She wouldn’t want anyone treating her to the same level of scrutiny

based on her behavior the past few weeks. She had a lot to learn.

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ChaPTer four

Her shift ended two hours ago, but Skye couldn’t even think

about sleep. She was keyed up, restless, and starving.

The sandwich Ron had left was long since digested. An exhaustive

search of her apartment yielded nine bucks and some change, but no

food. She could grab fast food, or she could do the smart thing and

buy a few staples to get her through the week. The idea of grocery

shopping made her shudder. She rode up Cedar Springs, the scene

of her many assignations over the past two weeks, and pulled her

bike into a parking space in front of Hunky’s, a popular hamburger

joint. She remembered she was wearing her gun and Hunky’s sold

alcohol, which meant she couldn’t take her gun in the restaurant.

She was in a high traffic area and there was no way she could take

off her jacket and stow her weapon without raising an alarm. She

missed her cop privileges.

As she contemplated her next move, a vehicle pulled in next to

her. She heard a gasp and turned toward the sound. She was facing

a beautiful blonde, stepping out of a huge late model Lexus SUV.

The woman’s coral suit was a blend of sharp tailoring and soft

curves, and her blouse dipped low to reveal ample cleavage. Skye

experienced a tinge of recognition. She knew this woman, but she

couldn’t place her. She edged closer, drawn to the frank attraction

telegraphed in her eyes.

“Well, we finally meet.” The woman thrust a hand in Skye’s

direction. It hung in the air for a moment before Skye recovered her

manners.

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“Uh, hello.”

“My name’s Aimee Howard. What’s yours?”

Skye wasn’t a stranger to women trying to pick her up, but

this situation was different somehow. This woman acted like Skye

should know who she was, if not her name. She searched her mind

for a memory, desperate to connect. Skye knew lack of sleep was

affecting her ability to comprehend. Hazy images teased her, but

when she tried to pin them down, they danced away.

“Would you care to join me for lunch?”

“Lunch?”

The woman, Aimee, looked puzzled, then tried a different tact.

“Or dinner? Oh, hell, who needs a meal? Why don’t we just run

away together?”

Aimee’s last question was punctuated with a playful smile,

and Skye instantly remembered. Despite the intervening weeks of

booze-filled nights and the parade of naked women, she was certain

the woman standing in front of her was the beautiful blonde who’d

captured her eye from across the bar the night of her resignation.

Up close, in the sober light of day, Aimee Howard was more of

a knockout than she remembered, in an every-detail-is-perfect

kind of way. She didn’t have a lithe model body, but otherwise she

looked as if she were ready for a photo shoot from her obviously

expensive suit to her perfectly matched accessories. But her allure

ran deeper than her looks. Her easy smile signaled genuine interest,

her teasing tone was irresistible. Skye drew closer, until an inner

voice mocked— she’s totally out of your league.

The thought jogged her memory again. She recalled Aimee

headed her way before her friend intervened and introduced her

to a more suitable hook-up. Skye had seen plenty of women like

this in her time on the force. Rich socialites. They spent their time

and money on the finer things in life—spa treatments, three martini

lunches, and shopping jaunts at Northpark Mall. She may not bring

a woman like Skye around her friends, but she’d slum with an ex-

cop for a lunchtime quickie. Well, Skye thought, this ex-cop is too

tired and too depressed to be some spoiled socialite’s afternoon

delight. Time to set the record straight.

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“Actually, I was headed out.”

“Oh, I thought I saw you pull up just now.” Disappointment

damped the expensive smile.

Skye shrugged. Aimee could cheer herself up with a pricey

bauble. “I have to be somewhere.” Lame, but her exhaustion

precluded a better excuse. She threw a leg over her bike, turned the

key, and pressed the starter. Speaking over the loud noise, Aimee

offered one last chance for her to change her mind. “Why don’t I

give you a ride? I have air conditioning.”

Patronizing. That sealed it. “You have air conditioning. I have

fresh air.” She pulled on her helmet. “Enjoy your day of leisure. I’m

sure you think you deserve it.”

Aimee watched her peel out. She was completely baffled and

utterly embarrassed. She didn’t make a habit out of picking up

women, but she was certain the blonde on the bike was the same

woman who was sending her come-hither looks at the bar. The same

woman who disappeared when she finally decided to act on her

impulses. The moment the woman removed her helmet to reveal

tousled blond waves, she knew she better act fast before the woman

got away again. The direct approach had been a miserable failure.

Beneath her professional exterior lurked a daredevil college student

who wanted to fire up the Lexus and chase her down if only to

confront her about her remarks. Day of leisure indeed. She didn’t

know what the hell she was talking about or who the hell she was

dealing with. Good riddance.

On the heels of her kiss-off came a dose of reality. Who are

you kidding? You want to run your hands through her wild hair and

shimmy her out of her tight jeans. The desire surprised her as much

today as it did the night of her birthday. At least then, she could

write up the unusual attraction to a few too many Cosmos and regret

over another year celebrating singlehood. Today, in full sunlight,

she had no plausible explanation for the magnetic pull of the Harley

riding, rough-around-the-edges woman who obviously hadn’t given

her a single thought since they’d exchanged glances two weeks ago.

She may have a penchant for picking the wrong women, but her

choices at least walked the walk of the upper crust in order to get

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what they wanted. She doubted the blonde who’d just peeled out

altered anything for anyone. Aimee was intrigued, but concluded

the woman’s abrupt exit was for the best. She was beyond rude, and

Aimee’s week had started off badly enough without adding a surly

stranger to the mix.

❖

Aimee pulled a bottle of water off the tray in the middle of the

conference table and twisted the cap. “Nice office.”

“Thanks.” Morgan flashed a big smile at her law partner and

wife, Parker Casey. “We had fun putting it all together.”

“Congratulations on the new office, but most of all,

congratulations on your wedding.” Aimee’s well-wishes were

sincere. Morgan Bradley, gorgeous, hot shot defense attorney was

a perfect catch, but from the moment Aimee met her she could tell

Morgan was preoccupied by the call of another. When Morgan and

Parker finally broke through the barriers that kept them apart, Aimee

was as happy as anyone to see their relationship become solid. She’d

helped them with their first joint home purchase and was genuinely

happy for them when she received a wedding announcement in the

mail a few weeks ago.

“Thank you. We had a fantastic time in Vancouver, just us.

We’re having a big reception for all our friends and family in a few

weeks at our house. We hope you’ll join us.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

Parker cleared her throat, and Morgan took the hint. “Enough

about us. I filled Parker in with the details you gave me over the

phone, but I’d like to go over a few things. First off, did the agents

take anything from either your home or office?”

Aimee handed over the papers the agent had left behind. “They

didn’t take anything from the office, but my business partner, Tom,

said they spent a lot of time on the computers. I don’t know if they

downloaded anything while they were there.”

Morgan interjected. “That’s not the way they usually operate.

They may look at files while they’re there, but if they wanted

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something off the hard drive, they would just load up all your

equipment and haul it off.”

“That’s exactly what they did at my house. They took a desktop

and two laptops. One of them has all my current client information.

I have backups of most of it at the office, but not all. How long do

you think they’ll keep them?”

“I’ll call the agent and find out what their timeline is for

checking out the data. If they’re just looking for leads to find Nicole,

then they’ll probably process the hard drives quickly, but if they

seized the computers as potential evidence of a crime, then you

won’t be seeing them until this case is disposed of.” Morgan ran a

finger down the page in front of her. “I see they listed a number of

guns. Are those yours?”

“Yes, they are. They’re properly registered and I have a permit

to carry a handgun.” Aimee’s tone dared Morgan to comment. All

she got was a wide smile.

“I had no idea you were a firearm aficionado. We’ll have to go

to the range together sometime.”

Who knew? Aimee filed the information under the heading,

Don’t Make Assumptions, which instantly conjured an image of

the woman from the bar. Aimee had been certain the woman was

interested in her, both the night of her birthday and earlier today, but

she’d been way off base. Boy, was I. I couldn’t even get her to give

up her name.

Parker reviewed the papers. “One of the items listed here is

‘letters.’ Any idea what that means?”

“They took a small stack of letters and cards. Nicki used to

send me short notes on a regular basis.”

“Anything special about them? Did she reveal any state secrets

in between birthday wishes?”

“Not a one. Actually, her notes were fairly boring. I think

she wrote me once a week her first semester of school to avoid

homework.” Aimee smiled at the memory of Nicki’s voluminous

correspondence. “If freshman woes are illegal, then they hauled

away enough evidence to send her to prison for sure.”

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Morgan returned the smile. “Why don’t you start by giving me

some background on Nicole?”

“Sure. Her full name is Nicole Lassiter Howard. We call her

Nicki. She’s twenty-one, in her senior year at my alma mater, UT.”

She referenced the University of Texas.

“Good student?”

“She was her first two years. Now? I don’t know. You know

how some kids become more liberal when they go to college?

Nicki’s been just the opposite. The guy she’s dating has a Sarah

Palin sticker on his car. I saw it last time she came to town.”

“Anything else make you think Austin’s hippy attitude hasn’t

rubbed off on her?”

Aimee smiled. Austin was home to the largest public school

in the state, the University of Texas and the city’s motto was “Keep

Austin Weird.” She’d attended the school, not just because it was

one of the best in the country, but as a way to escape her own

conservative upbringing in Highland Park. She met Mac and Jordan,

her best friends, while at school, and found the courage to come out

in the accepting atmosphere of the college town.

“Not a chance. If anything, after a couple of years there, she

developed a sudden allergic reaction to tolerance. We were very

close growing up. I was her favorite aunt and I could do no wrong.”

“And now?”

“I don’t know how to describe it. Things changed this semester.

She still calls me when she needs something, but we don’t really talk

anymore. I don’t know any of her friends, what classes she’s taking,

or what she does for fun. I feel more like a parent than a permissive

aunt. Most of our conversations dead end when she starts talking

conservative nonsense.”

“Well, drugs are probably out as a reason the feds would be

looking for her,” Parker said. “Rabid conservative doesn’t fit the

drug dealer profile. What can you tell us about her boyfriend?”

“Not much. I think his name’s Earl. Sorry, I wish I’d paid

more attention. I call him TB, in my head anyway.” At Parker’s

puzzled look, she added, “Tea Bagger. He spouts a lot of the same

ideas all those crazy Tea Party activists are fond of. At least, I think

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he does since Nicki quotes him every time we talk. My experience

with him is limited to seeing him sitting in his car, honking his

horn for Nicki to leave the house. Do you think she’s in trouble

because of him?”

Morgan took up the thread. “Hard to tell.” She pointed at the

papers Aimee brought to the meeting. “The search warrants don’t

contain any detail about why they think your home or office would

contain any evidence related to Nicki, and I can’t really tell what

they were looking for based on the few items they took. In order

to get the search warrant, someone had to swear out an affidavit

to a judge. That affidavit is what we need to determine where this

investigation is headed. I think we should make a few phone calls

and see what we can find out. I’ll give you a call as soon as we have

a better idea of what we’re facing.” She stood as if to signal the end

of their meeting.

Aimee remained seated. She pulled a checkbook out of her

oversized Birkin bag. “How much of a retainer do you need?”

Morgan and Parker exchanged a look. Morgan answered.

“Why don’t you let us figure out what we’re facing before we get

into specifics?”

Aimee snatched a pen from the table and started writing. “I

think you two are great, but my house was invaded by a fleet of

storm troopers looking for a girl who weighs less than some dogs.

I was handcuffed and harassed. My place of business was raided,

and I’m certain once word gets out, a few choice clients will never

darken my door again. A few phone calls aren’t going to make this

go away. Nicki’s going to need the best defense you can muster,

and I’m willing to pay for it. I may not be her favorite aunt, and

she may not be my favorite niece, but those bastards really pissed

me off.” She punctuated her last remark with a loud rip, tearing

off a check and setting it on the table. She was satisfied the fifty

thousand dollar investment would yield quick results. “This should

be enough to get things started. I trust you’ll call me when you find

something out?”

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After Aimee left, Morgan lifted the check and handed it to

Parker whose eyes doubled in size.

“That’s a lot of zeros. I worked for years as a cop before I

brought home that kind of money in a year.”

Morgan laughed and snatched it back. “It’s not ours yet. We

have to earn it.”

“Suggestions about where to start? If this were a Dallas County

case, I’d just go get a copy of the affidavit from the judge who signed

it.” “I imagine the affidavit supporting the warrant is under seal

and won’t be public until they arrest Nicole. The feds hate tipping

defendants off about the reasons they’re coming for them. Of course,

they don’t mind signaling their arrival by storming into a residential

home with enough personnel to invade a small country.” Morgan

furrowed her brow. “We should probably start by calling the agent

who signed the warrant. I imagine he’ll be glad to pawn us off on the

Assistant US Attorney who’s investigating this case.”

“As long as we’re going to start with the cops, I may as well

make the call.”

“Good plan. See what you can find out, then I’ll give the AUSA

a shout.”

“They’re not going to want to give up much unless we’re ready

to turn her in.”

“I know, but hedge on that point.” Morgan looked Parker in the

eyes. “Sorry. Someday I’ll remember that you already know what

you’re doing.”

Parker knew Morgan’s instruction had more to do with the

fact Parker used to be a cop, one of “them,” rather than a concern

about her experience as a lawyer. Parker’s separation from the force

had been the result of betrayal by her family in blue, but she still

believed most cops were honest, hard-working individuals. “I can

bluff as well as they can and I’m happy to do it. Believe me?”

Morgan glanced around the room. Satisfied they were alone,

she leaned in and kissed Parker. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know you

know what you’re doing. Forgive me?”

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Parker didn’t perform a similar check before pulling Morgan

into her arms. “No forgiveness necessary. We each have our strengths

and we’ll learn from each other. Right, Professor?”

“Absolutely. Now get me some information.”

❖

As she strode out of the office, Aimee glanced at her watch.

Three o’clock. Mac would be at the Lakeside, but she’d already

taken up a few hours of her time the day before with Nicole’s

problems. She wasn’t far from her parents’ house. Maybe she should

stop by there and see if they’d heard from their granddaughter lately.

Her brother said Nicki didn’t keep in touch with them. In fact, he’d

insisted she not tell them what was going on, but Aimee figured the

quickest way to solve this mess was to find Nicki. She may as well

start with the rest of the family.

She left the Oak Lawn neighborhood, home to Dallas’s

gayborhood, and drove to the elite town of Highland Park. Nestled

within the city of Dallas, Highland Park was a fully incorporated

town with its own police force, courts, and school system. The

residents wanted the convenience of the big city without giving up

the ability to ensure their landlocked island was run exactly to their

specifications. Aimee had grown up here and spent every waking

moment plotting escape. College in Austin provided exactly the

escape she needed, but the primary lesson she’d learned in school

was that the endless possibilities of her mind was all the escape she

needed. Following graduation, she took possession of her massive

trust account and proceeded to work among the conservative elite as

an out lesbian, taking their money and donating generous portions

to gay and lesbian causes.

The year before, she completed her transition back to the city

of her childhood when she moved into the Tudor home she inherited

from her grandmother’s estate. Her home was modest compared to

her parents’ palatial mansion. Complete with servants’ quarters, a

theater, and a bowling lane, the Howard estate was a tribute to all

the excess money could buy. Growing up in this insular community,

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Aimee hadn’t realized most families didn’t have servants, let alone

the ability to perfect their bowling game without leaving the house.

She could only hope that the advent of the Internet meant that kids

growing up here now had a greater appreciation of their wealth in

relation to the income of the average American.

She pulled her Lexus SUV into the large circular drive spanning

the front of the mansion. On evenings when her parents entertained,

teams of valets stood waiting to whisk high dollar sports and luxury

vehicles to safe parking on the back half of the property. Today,

Aimee parked on her own. She left her car at a rebellious angle.

Regina Marie answered the door. She’d worked for the family

as long as Aimee could remember. “Aimee, fancy you dropping by

in the middle of the day. Your mother and father will be pleased to

see you.”

Aimee smiled, joining in the lie. Mr. and Mrs. Howard were

happy to speak about their lovely daughter and her successful real

estate business over cocktails with friends, but they weren’t fond

of up close and personal interaction with her. They acted as if

homosexuality was catching. She had learned to ignore their distaste

for discussion about anything that had to do with her personal life.

She avoided interaction with her parents, but when she was with them

she refused to avoid the details of her life, however uncomfortable

personal talk made either them or her.

She gave Regina a hug and plunged into the reason for her

visit. “Have you heard from Nicki lately?”

“Let me think.” She tapped a finger against her forehead. “I

believe she called here to speak to Mr. Howard about a week ago.”

“Did he happen to mention what she wanted?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll go talk to him.” Aimee had hoped

maybe she could shortcut a confrontation with her father, but she

resigned herself to checking with the source. As she walked toward

his study, Regina tapped her on the shoulder.

“He didn’t mention anything, but I happened to hear a thing or

two.”Aimee offered a conspiratorial smile. “Oh you did, did you?”

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“It’s time for my afternoon break. Why don’t you meet me in

the kitchen? I’ll make you a cup of coffee and we’ll chat.”

“Perfect.”

A few minutes later, Aimee nursed a steaming cup of coffee

and listened to Regina’s version of the half of the conversation she

had heard.

“I could tell Nicki wanted to make a withdrawal from her trust

account. He resisted at first, but then caved in like he always does

when his grandbabies ask for something. Mr. Howard took down

some bank information. He repeated back a bunch of numbers to

make sure he got it right.”

Aimee reached over and grasped Regina’s forearm. “This

is between you and me. I don’t care if you were listening to his

conversation with a paper cup against the study door. Nicki’s in

some kind of trouble, and I need to know everything I can if I’m

going to help her out of it.” Aimee told Regina a toned down version

of her visit from the feds. She knew the loyal family servant might

grab a shotgun and go after them herself if she knew how the feds

had treated one of her charges.

“I think you should know a couple of men came by here earlier

today. Your father invited them into his study, but they were gone

again within minutes. Only thing I heard was ‘you can contact my

lawyer.’ And last week wasn’t the first time Nicki called here asking

about her money. She might say hello to Mrs. Howard, but mostly

she talks to your father. I think she wanted the money for some

charity.”

“What made you think that?”

“Your father doodles when he’s on the phone. I happened to see

the slip of paper he wrote the wiring instructions on and it had the

name of some federation or coalition, or something like that. I don’t

recall exactly what it said, but I got the impression that’s where the

money was going.”

“Kind of odd for a college student to be begging for money

for someone other than herself, isn’t it?” Aimee’s question was

rhetorical. She remembered her college days. Her trust fund took

care of tuition and other basic living expenses, but her father had

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been stingy about doling out money for extras since she’d chosen a

public school, albeit one of the best in the country.

“I stopped trying to figure out people a long time ago.”

Aimee nodded at Regina’s sage advice. She finished her coffee

and stood. “Your company and delicious coffee were exactly what

I needed. I’d leave on a good note, but I suppose I should pay my

respects or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Her mother’s suite was on the third floor. Aimee knocked on

the door and waited for an invitation into the inner sanctum. Evelyn

Howard answered the door dressed in a smart Chanel suit. Vintage.

Aimee was wealthy in her own right, even without the trust

account her grandmother had funded. She loved the freedom

associated with wealth, the primary aspect being she didn’t have to

suck up to her parents, but as she eyed the fine lines of the perfect

designer suit, she allowed it wouldn’t kill her to be polite for a

chance at first dibs on the wardrobe. She leaned in and kissed her

mother lightly on the cheek.

“Hello, Mother.”

If Evelyn was surprised to see her, she hid the emotion well.

She accepted the embrace, then smoothed nonexistent wrinkles in

her suit. “Hello, dear. What brings you to the house in the middle of

the week?”

“I had an errand nearby. I haven’t seen you in a while. I

apologize for the timing—it looks like you’re on your way out.”

Aimee knew better than to lead with the calamity surrounding

Nicole’s disappearance. She wasn’t too old to be scolded for not

observing social graces. One mustn’t rush into a story, especially if

it involved scandal.

“I have a moment. I’m headed to the League tea.” Evelyn’s

gaze swept over Aimee. “If you’d like to join me, we might be able

to find something suitable for you to wear.”

Aimee suppressed a laugh. The Chanel collection might be

worth a hug and a kiss now and then, but suffering through a stuffy

ladies’ tea? The conversation about the various charities each of

the privileged women worked would quickly devolve into gossip.

Aimee had no desire to watch a group of entitled ladies eat their own.

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Besides, she looked fine the way she was. Her own suit might not be

couture, but it was the height of fashion, and it fit. An accomplished

tailor would have to work for hours for her to fit into her rail-thin

mother’s garments.

Her mother never made overt references to Aimee’s figure.

That would be too gauche, but she did act as if finding clothes to

fit Aimee’s full figure were a plebeian chore. Aimee decided long

ago her mother was secretly jealous of her curves, but the reference

still had the power to sting. That settles it. I’ll buy my own Chanel

collection at auction. “Thank you for the invitation, but I need to

speak with Dad. Give my regards to everyone.” Aimee left before

her mother could respond.

Her father’s study was a floor below. Aimee was surprised he

was home in the middle of the week. Gordon Howard maintained

a palatial corner office at Howard Enterprises on the top floor of

Thanksgiving Tower in downtown Dallas. Here at the mansion, his

study was more sedate, but still substantial. As a child, Aimee had

loved this room with its floor to ceiling bookshelves loaded with

beautiful leather bound books. After being scolded for cracking

the spine on one of the classics, she learned the volumes were for

display purposes only. What a waste.

The lower shelves featured Gordon’s wall of fame, interspersed

with the unread books. Aimee shuddered at the thought of her father

shaking hands with Dubya and Dick Cheney, but the evidence was

there for all to see. Hey, Dad, do you and Dick ever talk about how

in the hell two major conservative wanks ended up with lesbian

daughters? Dick’s probably okay with it since his daughter’s not a

real lesbian. Does he console you for winding up with the real thing?

Gordon Howard was dressed for the office. His expensive

pinstripe suit spoke authority. Aimee heard it loud and clear. She

took a deep breath and crossed the threshold into his seat of power.

“Hi, Dad. Working at home today?” Aimee knew he preferred

a more formal address, like “Father,” and that was precisely the

reason she rebelled.

“Aimee. How nice of you to drop by. Taking a break from your

little business adventure?”

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Aimee didn’t let him get to her. She was used to his

disparagement of her thriving brokerage. His disdain had nothing to

do with chauvinism. His rancor had to do with the fact she wasn’t

using her expertise for his direct benefit. If Aimee had taken a

position of power in one of his many companies, he would have

been a proud papa, but after years spent growing up in the stifling,

conservative atmosphere, she would never place herself back under

his thumb.

“Actually, I had business in the neighborhood.” It wasn’t really

a lie. Her first order of business was finding out what had happened

to get Nicki in deep with the feds. She worked out a few lead-ins to

the question she really wanted to ask before plunging in.

“Have you talked to Nicki lately?”

“Nicole? Why do you ask?”

“Have you?”

“I talk to all my grandchildren. If you had some, I would talk

to them as well.”

“Maybe I’ll surprise you with some one day.” Aimee didn’t take

time to enjoy his pained expression. He knew her well enough to

know her statement didn’t mean she was headed back to heteroville.

“Dad, Nicki’s missing. If you’ve talked to her recently, maybe you

have some information that might help us find her.”

“Are you certain she’s missing? I just spoke with her last week.”

“What did you talk about?”

“Have you abandoned your little real estate venture to become

a private eye? Why don’t you let your brother worry about Nicki?

I’m certain she’s fine.”

“I’m certain she’s not.” Aimee wasn’t sure why she felt

compelled to hold back her encounter with the feds. She sensed her

dad’s early morning visitors had something to do with Nicki, but

if he wasn’t going to disclose to her, she wasn’t inclined to tip her

hand. Besides, her brother would kill her if he knew she was ratting

Nicki out to their strict father. Typical of her family to ignore the

unpleasantness of a potential scandal.

“Well, I don’t know why you would think that. She’s been

seeing that nice boy. Maybe she’s with him.”

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Sarah Palin sticker equals nice boy. Lesbian equals bad

daughter. Such distinctions were easy in her father’s world. Aimee

wasn’t giving up that easily. “What did you talk about when she

called?” Her persistence paid off.

“Random things. She called to tell me about her school, her

activities, her boyfriend.”

“And you gave her money?”

“What if I did? It’s her money, I’m merely the trustee. I should

deny her what’s rightfully hers?”

Aimee sighed at his tone. He’d had a different attitude when

it came to doling out her own trust account, but she didn’t feel like

arguing the point. She realized she wasn’t going to get any additional

information out of him. “No, Dad.”

“You know if you need anything, all you have to do is ask. Do

you need money, dear?”

He knew she didn’t. He may pretend to have no interest in her

business ventures, but she suspected he watched her entrepreneurial

adventures closely, whether with pride or resentment, she couldn’t

tell. She tried not to care what he thought, but she couldn’t help the

tiny tinge of hope that he might acknowledge her success rather than

pretend it didn’t exist. Years of experience told her protesting his

assumptions wouldn’t buy his recognition. Her answer was short,

simple, and mostly true. “I’m fine.”

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ChaPTer five

Morgan stood in the doorway to Parker’s office. Parker was

bent over several sets of books laid open on her desk.

Her charcoal jacket hung on the back of her chair and the sleeves

of her once crisp royal blue shirt were rolled to the elbows. Morgan

resisted a strong urge to cross the distance between them and push

back the unruly strand of dark black hair curling its way across her

face. Instead, she cleared her throat.

Parker tore her gaze away from her books. “Trying to sort out

jury instructions for the Eldridge case. Some law professor I know

taught me to work on the jury charge at the beginning of the case.

She said if I knew what the prosecutor had to prove, I would be able

to construct a perfect outline for my defense.”

“Oh, she did, did she? Did she also mention how important

food is to keep your brain fueled?” She strode over and tapped on

the open books. “Shut this down by six. I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Dinner sounds great.”

“Any luck on Nicole Howard?” Morgan asked.

“I made some calls, but I haven’t learned anything yet. I talked

to the case agent, Davis Landers. He’s ATF. He conducted the raid

at Aimee’s house. He said the team at Aimee’s office was led by

ATF, but FBI and ICE agents were on scene. Apparently, whatever

this is, it’s a joint task force investigation and the case is out of the

Western District.”

“Interesting. They’ve been teaming up a lot lately on Homeland

Security investigations.”

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“He mentioned that as well, but that was his only hint. He gave

me the standard line about how we could bring her in, and they

would be happy to tell us more about the investigation at that time.

Or we could just ask our client if we want to know why she’s in

trouble. Of course, I didn’t let on we can’t ask her anything because

we don’t know where the hell she is.”

“You get any other information?”

“Not much. What I did manage to get was all vague, and pretty

much standard fare. ‘She’s in a lot of trouble.’ ‘The sooner she

comes in the better for her.’ ‘They believe she has vital information

that she could use to bargain a better deal.’ ‘She’s in danger.’”

Morgan had worked enough federal cases to know how the

game was played. Prosecutors didn’t deal in the abstract. They

wanted a defendant in custody before they would even talk about

a plea agreement, and even then the plea agreement didn’t define

the terms of the sentence, it only set the boundaries. Ultimately, a

judge would use a two-volume text full of guideline computations

to determine how much time a defendant would serve, and since

the plea bargain would stipulate there was no right of appeal, you

were stuck with the result. The best hope a federal defendant had of

making sure the guideline computation was as low as possible was

to rat out everyone they knew who might have committed a crime.

The greater the “cooperation,” the lower the sentence.

“Did he at least tell you which Assistant U.S. Attorney is

working the case?”

“He did. Her name is Lily Berek.”

“Really?”

“You know her?”

“I went to law school with her. I haven’t spoken to her in years.

She clerked for a federal judge after law school and then started

at the U.S. Attorney’s office as a junior prosecutor. I didn’t realize

she was still there. She was super smart. She must be in a pretty

powerful position by now. If she’s working on this case personally,

that doesn’t bode well for Nicole.”

“Were you friends?”

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“Pretty much, but like I said, I haven’t talked to her in years.

Not since I moved away.” A few years after graduation, Morgan,

having quickly developed a stellar reputation as a litigator, was

offered a position with a national firm and she moved to D.C. to join

their Washington office.

“She’ll take your call, right? Old law school buddy, back in

town.”

“I’m sure she would.”

“Call her now. I’m curious.”

The number for the United States Attorney’s office for the

Western District of Texas was programmed in their office phone.

When the call connected, she asked the receptionist to put her

through to Lily Berek. She repeated the request to Lily’s secretary,

the fact that she had to push through two layers signaled Lily had

achieved status at the office.

“I’m an old friend. Just calling to catch up with her.” Morgan

didn’t feel like explaining the real reason for her call to layer number

two. “Hi, Lily, it’s Morgan Bradley. Do you remember me?” Morgan

nodded at Parker and waved her hand in circles to indicate Lily was

rambling about the past. She responded with a few tidbits about her

legal career over the years, including the fact she was back in Dallas

and had started a new practice.

“And that brings me to the other reason I called. I’ve been hired

to represent a person of interest to your office. Nicole Howard.”

Parker watched impatiently for the next few moments as Morgan

made cryptic notes on a napkin and murmured vague responses. Lily

was doing all the talking. After a few minutes, Morgan told Lily she

would convey this information to her client and let her know what

she would like to do. Then she hung up the phone.

“What happened?”

“I got the same line you did from Agent Landers. Serious case,

dangerous people, cooperate now or else. She’s hot on this case,

and she really, really wants to get her hands on Nicole now. She let

loose the ATF’s involvement isn’t just because of illegal firearms

and she made a couple of veiled references to the Oklahoma City

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bombing. From the way she was talking, I think it’s definitely some

kind of Homeland Security case, but nowadays everything is. That’s

the only way they can get the level of funding they want to bankroll

these large task force operations.”

“Oklahoma City? Seriously? Looks like we need to find Nicole

before the feds if we want to have any leverage.”

“My thought exactly. If they find her first, she gets no credit

for turning herself in. She’s probably still in Austin, or at least in the

area. Should we try and find an investigator down there?”

“We could, but I’d rather use someone we know, especially if

she’s hanging with a dangerous crowd. Too bad Jake’s swamped.”

She referred to Jake Simmons, the private investigator whose

services they used when he wasn’t busy working with his primary

firm. “I have an idea,” Parker offered hesitantly. “I know a sharp

detective who has recently become unemployed.”

“‘Become unemployed’? Sounds complicated.”

“It is. A little. I’m talking about Skye Keaton.” Parker held her

breath, waiting for Morgan’s reaction. She didn’t wait long, and her

response was exactly what she’d expected.

“No way.”

“Seriously, Morgan, I’ve been thinking about this since last

week when we had to hire that wannabe P.I. instead of Jake to serve

the subpoenas on the Donohue case. Skye needs work and we need a

good investigator. This is the perfect way to try out the relationship,

see if it works for us.”

“Last time I saw Skye, some prosecutor was extolling her

virtues as a decorated homicide detective. What changed?”

“Dallas PD did to her what they did to me. They threw her

under the bus when she no longer fit in.”

Morgan felt the heat of her anger redden her face. She didn’t

even try to control her rising voice. “Not the same. At all. You were

set up to take the fall for a bad shooting. She set herself up by skirting

the constitution one too many times. And, as I recall, she was a key

figure in your departure from the force.” Morgan didn’t bother

mentioning the other, more personally painful factor. In betraying

Parker, Skye had not only burned a professional partnership, but a

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personal one as well. While Morgan was thankful Parker’s painful

past drove her to pursue law school, a decision that ultimately led

to their relationship, she wasn’t as forgiving as Parker was when it

came to Skye’s transgressions. “Oh, and another thing. We can’t use

an investigator who lacks credibility. How will she hold up under

cross-examination? Is she even licensed?”

“She needs a break. We need to find a missing girl. All she

has to do is find Nicole—she doesn’t need a license to look for a

missing person. She’s not investigating this case. Once we negotiate

her surrender, we can get Jake to dig deeper into the investigation.

Skye won’t have to testify. You have to admit, we have a much

better chance of finding Nicole with a recently employed police

detective looking for her. Some of these yahoos posing as private

investigators haven’t worked a real case in decades. They wouldn’t

know where to find a good deli, let alone a college student. Besides,

how hard can it be? I figure she’ll locate Nicole in two days, tops.”

Morgan looked deep into Parker’s eyes. Her probing search

yielded only a strong desire to help a friend. She couldn’t deny

Parker the opportunity to do for someone else what none of her cop

brotherhood had done for her.

“Okay, bring her on board if she wants the work, but let her

know it’s only temporary. No substantive work—just find Nicole.

After all, how hard can it be to find a college student?”

❖

Skye yawned again. She’d been struggling to stay awake for

the past hour. Not a good sign since she had ten hours left to go on

her shift. Time to walk the property or wind up dozing in front of

the plasma TV.

The fleet of SUVs parked on the lot reminded her of her strange

encounter with Aimee Howard that afternoon. She knew she had

acted like a jerk. If she could have a do-over, she would have handled

the situation more gracefully, but she would have denied Aimee’s

advances nonetheless. Her manners may have been atrocious, but

her assessment was spot on. Aimee may dabble in blue collar, but

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Skye was done with dabbling. No more medicating with a liquor

bottle, no more strangers in her bed. The force of the attraction she

felt would only spell trouble for both of them. Besides, if Aimee

could see her in this silly uniform, she would be spared the trouble

of dousing the chemistry between them.

Skye went onto full alert at the rumble of the approaching car.

The sound stopped just outside the gate. She glanced at her watch.

Ten thirty p.m. No chance the driver was there to look at a car this

time of night, but what were the odds something exciting might

actually happen at the car lot on a Tuesday night? She heard a car

door open and slam shut. A single set of footsteps walked the fence

line, headed in Skye’s direction. She drew her gun and dropped out

of sight. Within seconds, she saw a tall, lean figure wearing a ball

cap testing the locked gate.

“Lot’s closed,” Skye called out. She watched the figure turn

toward the direction of her voice. Despite the shadows, she could

make out enough of the form to tell the late night visitor was a

woman.

“Skye, is that you?”

She knew that voice. She thought she’d heard it for the last

time a few weeks ago. Skye holstered her weapon and stepped into

the light. “Parker? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Better question is what the hell are you doing here?” Parker

looked her up and down. Skye could tell she was holding back a

remark about her uniform.

“What are you looking at?”

Parker glanced away. “Nothing. Chill. Are you supposed to be

carrying?”

“I have a license. You on the job?” She came off sullen and

defensive, but she didn’t care. She was embarrassed for Parker to

see her here, working hard to keep a car lot safe.

Parker held up a hand, palm up. “Truce. I didn’t come here to

give you a hard time. Let me in so we can talk?”

Skye’s curiosity trumped her embarrassment. She unlocked the

gate and led Parker to the showroom. They settled into expensive

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Parker spoke first. “Nice place you have here, but last time I

saw you, you were on the job, the state’s star witness against Teddy

Burke. What happened?”

“You know the drill, I was given a choice. Turn in my shield or

have it taken from me. I chose the easy way out.” Because I’m not

brave like you.

“Don’t beat yourself up. We all do what we have to do to

survive.”

Skye acknowledged Parker’s generosity with a simple nod. “If

you didn’t come to talk to me about the job, why are you here?” Her

question was devoid of tone this time.

“I’m here to offer you a job.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I have a job.” Skye waved her arm.

“Pretty cush don’t you think?” She didn’t try to hide the sarcasm

this time.

“How’d you end up here?”

“My dad. Assistant Chief Keaton may have retired, but he’s still

trying to direct my life. If I can’t be a cop, I can be a pseudo cop.”

“I remember your father well. You get a lot of grief about

resigning?”

“Yep, the passive aggressive kind. Suddenly, I’m only good

enough to hang with the women folk.”

“Ready to get back to some real detective work?”

“Did you come here tonight to lead me on? I thought you were

married now.”

Parker smiled. “I am. Can you believe it?”

“You’re lucky to have her. She’s smart, hot, and she’s obviously

crazy about you.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just jealous.”

“Maybe I am. Can you blame me?” Skye wondered if Parker

knew what she was really jealous of. She changed the subject. “How

did you know where to find me?”

“I asked around. I used to be a detective too, you know. I ran

into Sean and he told me you were here.”

Skye sighed at the mention of her brother. “You already knew

I wasn’t on the job.”

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“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Sucks.”

“Yep. It won’t forever. Trust me.”

Skye was already tired of talking about her dismal past and

uncertain future. “Why are you really here?”

“I told you, to offer you a job.”

“Doing what?”

“What you do best. Investigating. We need a good investigator.

You need”—Parker paused and waved her hand at the car lot—

“Well, you need something other than this. Am I right?”

Skye looked down at her ill-fitting polyester uniform with the

embroidered appliqué. Lavasos Security Specialists. She couldn’t

feel less like a specialist, dressed like a geek, strolling a car lot all

hours of the night. Parker’s offer, vague as it was, sounded perfect.

Skye only had one hesitation.

“What about your wife? What does she think about this?”

“Honestly? She has mixed feelings. Look, we have one urgent

assignment and it should be a snap for you. Do a great job and she’ll

come around.”

She held back asking Parker how it felt to have to answer for

her decisions. Truth was she envied Morgan and Parker’s closeness

even as she’d written off the possibility of the same for herself.

Skye looked at her watch. Ten more hours of boredom.

Whatever work Parker had for her couldn’t possibly be worse than

babysitting luxury vehicles, but it might be temporary. This job was

a sure thing. If she stayed on, she could work her way up to the

day shift. Maybe someday, she would be a supervisor, driving from

site to site to make sure her employees stayed awake on the job.

Suddenly, an image of her aging self, dressed in the same blue-black

polyester, day after day, year after year, flashed before her eyes.

Temporary challenge beat permanent boredom any day of the week.

“I can start in ten hours.”

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ChaPTer six

Ms. Howard, the call you were expecting is on line one.”

Aimee resisted the urge to remind the receptionist not

to call her “Ms. Howard.” Her regular receptionist was on her

extended honeymoon and Natalie was filling in during her absence.

Aimee picked up the phone, punched the line, and injected her voice

with all the drippy sweetness she could muster. “Mrs. Donaldson,

how are you doing this fine morning?” She listened to the expected

harangue, interjecting calm, but firm, admonitions when the tiny

spaces allowed. “The size of the crack in the pool isn’t the issue…

The prior foundation work must be included on the report…I

understand the water leak preceded your ownership of the home,

but since it hasn’t been repaired, we have to disclose it.”

Aimee had fought with the eighty-year-old woman since the

day she’d listed her house for sale. Beatrice Donaldson acted like

she was one meal away from a homeless shelter, but Aimee knew

better. Not only was she the widow of one of the richest oilmen

in the state, she had amassed her own fortune from a cosmetics

business specializing in personal, in-home sales. Even at the ripe

age of eighty, she still made occasional trips to the large office

building that housed her booming enterprise. And she hung on to

every penny she made as if it were her ticket to heaven.

Beatrice insisted her house was worth way more than Aimee

did, and she steadfastly refused to provide all the information

required on the seller’s disclosure. Beatrice was used to having

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her way, but Aimee stood her ground. She told Mrs. Donaldson to

complete the form with the correct information or take her listing

elsewhere. She knew Beatrice would comply. Aimee’s agency was

the best at moving these unique, high-end mansions, and Aimee also

had the added luxury of not needing the income from her business.

She respected that many of her employees did, and she wouldn’t do

anything to jeopardize the business, but clients like Mrs. Donaldson

didn’t think that through. As much as she loved having her own

business, on days like today, Aimee wondered if she should scale

back her lifestyle and make do with her trust account. Maybe she

needed to take a break. As she listened to Mrs. Donaldson drone on,

she seriously considered the idea. Tom and the rest of the team were

well qualified to handle even her pickiest clients.

When she finally finished the call, Aimee buzzed the

receptionist. She needed a break. “Natalie, please hold my calls for

the next hour. Tell anyone who calls I’m in a meeting and I will call

them back before lunch. If it’s urgent, give it to Tom.”

“Even the woman holding on line two?”

Aimee sighed. “Who’s on line two?”

“Some lawyer. Margo Bradford.”

Aimee pretended to bang her head on the desk. The faux release

burned off some of her frustration. “Do you mean Morgan Bradley?”

“I’m sure she said Bradford.”

Yes, I’m sure the woman has no idea how to pronounce her own

name. “Put her through. And ask Tom to come into my office. Now.”

Aimee took a deep breath. “Hi, Morgan, it’s Aimee.” She listened

while Morgan briefly explained she and Parker had made some calls

about Nicole’s case. They didn’t have a lot to go on, but they suggested

a meeting to discuss strategy. Was she free this afternoon?

Tom entered the room and started to duck back out when he

saw she was on the phone. Aimee signaled for him to come back

in, then focused on the call. “I can be at your office at four if that

works…Perfect.”

Aimee clicked off the line and turned her attention to Tom.

“Sorry, that was the attorney I hired to represent Nicole, Morgan

Bradley.”

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“Has she turned up yet?”

“No, and until she does, there’s not much we can do for her.

Morgan wants to see me again this afternoon. Apparently, they have

a plan to try and find Nicole. I’m sorry this is taking my attention

away from the business.”

Tom waved away her concern. “Don’t worry about it. There’s

nothing going on the rest of us can’t handle.” He paused and grinned.

“Well, except no one wants to deal with Mrs. Donaldson.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle her if you don’t mind picking up the

rest of my slack.”

“No worries. Do what you need to do to help Nicki out.”

❖

A few hours later, Aimee sank into a seat in the conference

room at Bradley & Casey Law Firm and faced Morgan and Parker.

“I don’t understand why they wouldn’t give you any information.

Did you tell them you’ve been hired to represent Nicole?”

Morgan responded. “We did. Neither the prosecutor nor the

case agents have to tell us anything until they have Nicole in custody.

They told us enough to let us know that whatever she’s involved in

is extremely serious, and whoever she is with has access to illegal

firearms and other potentially more dangerous weapons.”

Aimee opened her mouth to ask more questions, but shut it

once the gravity of Morgan’s words sunk in. Nicki was in deep

trouble. “What will happen once they find her?”

Once she’s arrested, they have to bring her before a judge to

be arraigned, have the charges read to her. Often the case agents or

prosecutor will give us information in advance of an arrest, but I get

the impression they don’t want to tip their hand because it might risk

her going into hiding.”

“Why did they come to my house?”

“You can be sure they’ve already checked her place in Austin,

and when they didn’t find her there, they started making their way

down the list of likely places. Your house is listed as her permanent

address. They also know her parents are out of the country.”

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“If they know all that, why can’t they find her?”

“Good question. It might be something as simple as she’s staying

with a friend, maybe the boyfriend you mentioned. Yours and her

parents’ addresses are contained in her files at the university. Maybe

they only checked the easy places first. Rest assured, they will work

their way down the list of possibilities. They will eventually find

her. With a federal warrant, her activities will be limited. I think our

strategy at this point is to find her first. If we turn her in versus them

arresting her, we have more leverage to negotiate on her behalf.”

The approach sounded reasonable. “Okay, what’s the next

step?”

“We propose hiring a private investigator to send to Austin and

see if they can find Nicole or determine where she is. Once we have

a lead on her location, we propose that you, along with one of us

talk to her about turning herself in. Ultimately, it’s her decision, but

we can help explain to her why it’s to her advantage to face these

charges, whatever they are, head on.”

“Is there some reason I shouldn’t drive down there myself and

see if I can find her?”

Parker took up the conversation. “We don’t know if she’s aware

the feds are after her, but chances are good she knows something is

up. Would it be natural for you to show up looking for her?”

Aimee shook her head. “No, I helped her move in and I visit

occasionally, but I don’t show up unannounced.”

“Then I”—she glanced at Morgan who nodded—“we, think it’s

best if the person looking for her is skilled in doing so surreptitiously.

We don’t want to scare her off before we can reason with her.”

Aimee nodded. She wasn’t convinced a real life gumshoe

was necessary, but then again she didn’t have any experience with

finding fugitives. “Can your investigator find out anything about the

pending charges?”

“Probably not,” Morgan answered. “The information about the

charges is locked up tight. Parker and I have both tried to get the

case agent and the prosecutor to tip their hand, without success. In

my experience, when the authorities are this tight-lipped, it means

they still have at least a few unapprehended persons they’re trying

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to locate, and a court order sealing the arrest warrant. I think our

best strategy is to find Nicole before they do.”

“Fair enough.” Aimee pulled out her checkbook. “I’m willing

to pay whatever it takes. I have only one condition. I want to meet

the investigator.”

Morgan nodded. “We figured you would. She should be here in

about five minutes. Oh, and if it’s okay with you, we can pay her fee

and expenses from the retainer you already paid. We’ll send you a

bill if we need you to replenish the funds.”

The only thing Aimee heard was “she.” As much as she hated

to admit it, she had automatically assumed the investigator would

be a burly man, maybe even one who wore a fedora and smoked

cigars. She chided herself for the stereotype, and fiddled with small

talk until the female dick arrived.

❖

Skye had to admit she was excited. Since Parker’s visit the night

before, she hadn’t been able to think of anything but the prospect of

quitting the security job. Even though she’d only been on the job for

two days, the idea of not being tethered to the car lot for twelve solid

hours was exhilarating. So exhilarating, she could handle whatever

anger her father might dish out when he found out she’d ditched

the job he’d gotten her. Surely he wouldn’t be angry long. A private

investigator may not be the same as a police detective, but it was

definitely a rung up from security guard.

She parked her bike and removed her helmet, taking a moment

to check her appearance in the side mirror. Sans silly uniform, she

looked like a detective again in her crisp white shirt and black

leather jacket. She spent a moment finger combing her hair into an

acceptable muss before taking a deep breath and pushing through

the lobby doors. The well-appointed offices of Bradley & Casey

reinforced her excitement about the prospect of working someplace

more respectable than a car lot. She declined the receptionist’s offer

of a bottled water or cappuccino, and settled back into the arms of a

plush leather chair. As she listened to the receptionist announce her

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arrival over the intercom, she felt important, confident, essential.

Feelings she hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

“Hey, Skye.” Parker shook her hand, then spoke to the

receptionist. “I’m going to duck into my office with Ms. Keaton for

a minute before heading back to the conference room.” She turned

back to Skye, indicating she should follow.

After leading them in, Parker stood just inside the door,

indicating they wouldn’t be there long. “Thanks for coming.”

“Pretty sure it’s you doing me the favor here.”

“This client is a friend of Morgan’s. She’s our realtor.”

“I get it. Keep the client happy.” Another thought popped into

Skye’s head. “Are we doing this case as a favor?” She knew Parker

would understand what she meant.

“We’re going the extra mile, but she’s paying for it. Quick

heads up about the case: her niece is in trouble with the feds. We

don’t know what for and we won’t find out until we turn her in. We

need you to find her.”

“She on the run?”

“Don’t know. She may not have a clue about the charges.

She’s a student at UT. You’ll need to go down there and pinpoint

her location. Once you know where she is, call us and we’ll take it

from there.”

“Sounds pretty simple to me.” Skye felt a prick of

disappointment. “When this is done, do I beg back the job I just

quit?”“Get this assignment done, quick and easy, and we’ll have

plenty more work for you.”

Skye glanced around Parker’s office. “Nice digs.”

“We’re doing pretty well.”

Skye followed Parker to the conference room, her confidence

soaring. She was back in the game. No more polyester clothes,

scraping for lunch money. The minute this assignment was complete,

she would get her official PI license, and start clawing her way back

to a respectable career.

Her confidence drained when she entered the conference room

and saw the curvy socialite from the day before. A jolt of arousal

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mixed with incredulity. Was this some kind of joke? Yesterday she

propositions her on the street and today she just happens to have

a meeting at the same law firm where Skye is going to work?

Meeting at the law firm, wait a minute, is she the client? Skye shot

a questioning look at Parker, but only caught her back. She was

momentarily saved from having to face Aimee by Morgan who was

up out of her chair, headed her way.

“Skye, good to see you.”

The tone was right, but years as a detective made Skye fluent

in body language. Morgan was reluctant about hiring her. She would

have to prove her worth, and she wouldn’t get a second chance for

redemption. She started by delivering a firm handshake and strong

eye contact. “Good to see you too.” She meant it. During the Burke

case she’d developed a healthy dose of respect for Morgan Bradley

as an attorney. Parker’s obvious love for her meant she was an

upstanding person as well. Parker’s standards were high. If she

loved Morgan enough to join her in business as well as marriage,

Morgan was indeed an amazing woman.

“Skye, I’d like you to meet Aimee Howard.”

She turned toward Aimee, eyes lowered, unsure how to act.

Should she point out they had met before? They hadn’t really.

Their near encounter in the bar and the run-in on the street hardly

constituted a meeting. She knew Aimee’s name, but she hadn’t

introduced herself. She raised her head to face her, but was saved

the trouble of having the first word.

“This is the woman who’s going to find Nicki?” Aimee’s words

were directed at Parker and Morgan.

“This is Skye Keaton,” Parker replied. “She’s a former homicide

detective with Dallas PD. She has the perfect qualifications to locate

a missing person, and we think she will be able to find Nicki in a

quiet and efficient manner.”

“Is there a particular reason she no longer works for the Dallas

police department?” Aimee’s tone implied knowledge of the answer.

“I resigned.” Skye, tired of being discussed, decided to remind

them she was standing right there in the room. She didn’t, however,

feel the need to explain herself.

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Aimee nodded, but the look in her eyes told Skye the subject

would come up again. She turned to Morgan. “Are you sure we

don’t need a real investigator to find Nicole. I can afford for you to

hire the best.”

Skye held the reins of her temper tightly. Where did the bimbo

get off? Real investigator, my ass. She wanted to unleash a torrent

of angry retorts, but she didn’t want to harm her newly repaired

relationship with Parker. She chose the only other option she could

think of and walked to the door. The hand on her arm stopping her

wasn’t the one she expected.

“Wait.” Morgan’s request was gentle but firm. “Why don’t we

all have a seat and talk about the situation.”

Skye couldn’t help but obey the quiet authority. She observed

Parker as she mouthed a quick “thanks” to Morgan out of Aimee’s

view, and wondered if Parker was ever able to deny her wife

anything. Morgan’s magnetism zapped even her own rebellious

impulses. She took a seat at the large table, as far away from Aimee

Howard as she could get.

“Now, let’s talk.” Morgan turned to Aimee. “The private

investigator we regularly use also does work for another firm, and

they are currently in trial and need him to be in town and available

for the next week. You would have no reason to know this, but an

attorney’s relationship with a private investigator is like a relationship

between a patient and doctor. We’re all pretty picky about who we

trust to keep information confidential and to get results. Our cases

often rise and fall on the strength of small but critical facts.

“Here’s the situation. We need to find Nicki, and we need to

find her quickly and discreetly. I could spend a ton of your money

to hire someone who looks great on paper to get the job done, or I

could hire Skye, who I know has the skills necessary to find Nicole.

I choose Skye. It all boils down to one issue. Do you trust me?”

As Aimee nodded her head, Skye concentrated on fighting

back the rising blush she could feel creeping up her neck. She never

expected to feel loyalty for a defense attorney, but after Morgan’s

speech, she would walk a plank for her. As for Aimee Howard, well,

she would put her in her place as soon as she could.

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❖

Aimee figured Morgan deserved her deference. After all, her

stellar reputation was built on a stack of real life courtroom wins.

If Morgan trusted Skye, Aimee would go along, but she didn’t have

to like it. Seriously, what kind of detective was she if she barely

remembered locking eyes with her just a couple of weeks ago?

Aimee had to admit she was embarrassed Skye didn’t remember

her. The silly, sinking feeling she’d felt the night of her birthday

slithered back into her consciousness. Aging, single lesbian. Can’t

keep a relationship going. What a catch. No wonder Skye had

disappeared before Aimee could approach. She probably caught the

scent of failure and made a quick getaway.

Apparently, she didn’t mind being around a loser if the loser

was paying her salary. To be fair, Skye sat at the table, cool and calm,

like she couldn’t care less if Aimee hired her. She looked decidedly

different today than either time Aimee had seen her before. She was

more tailored, polished. The crisp in her shirt signaled she cared

about her appearance, despite her more casual jeans and heavy

black boots. Aimee wondered if Skye had ridden her Harley to the

law office. Her windblown hair suggested she had. But what really

got Aimee going were her dove gray eyes. The soft color was a

surprisingly gentle setting for the sharp looks Skye shot her way.

“Does Nicole have a room at your house or is the address

purely for school purposes?” Skye asked.

Aimee heard the implication and chose to ignore it. Lots of

students used other relatives’ addresses to get in-state tuition. She

wasn’t going to let someone on her payroll judge her. Besides, she

donated tons of money to support her alma mater. Since she was

never going to have children of her own, she may as well reap some

benefit from her charity. “She stays in the guest room when she

visits. She keeps a few things there so I suppose you could call it

her room. I’m sure the federal agents thoroughly searched all the

bedrooms.”

“I’d prefer to check them out myself. Why don’t I meet you at

your house this evening? I can take a look around and get a list of

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names and numbers for folks I should contact in Austin. I’ll leave

in the morning.”

Aimee hesitated. She didn’t want another stranger in her home.

She’s on your side. The reminder didn’t alleviate the anxiety she felt,

anxiety rooted in her own insecurities rather than protection of her

personal space. Either she was going to have to trust Morgan, and by

extension Skye, or find another attorney and start over. She pulled

a business card from her purse and scrawled her home address on

the back before shoving it in Skye’s direction. “Come by at seven.”

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ChaPTer seven

Immediately after she left Parker’s office, Skye went to the

bank and deposited the healthy check she’d been given to

work on the case. Parker told her to let them know if she needed

more for expenses. Then she spent the next couple of hours

packing a small bag for the trip south and cleaning her two favorite

handguns. She figured one or two days would be enough to get the

job done, but she needed to look respectable enough that people

would actually talk to her in her quest to locate the wayward Nicole.

Space was an issue. She didn’t have a lot of storage room on her

bike. She finally decided on a couple shirts and an extra pair of

jeans. She didn’t need to dress up too much. After all, most of her

interactions would probably be with college students. She rolled the

sparse arrangement of clothing and placed it along with her guns

into a small duffle and left it by her door, ready to be strapped onto

her bike in the morning.

Skye rumbled up Aimee’s drive at six fifty-five, feeling

decidedly out of place on her big, loud Harley. As she waited for

Aimee to answer the door, she checked her appearance in the glass

pane set in the tall oak door. Her fingers were trying to arrange her hair

into a respectable style when the door swung wide, and immediately

Skye wondered if she had the wrong house. She addressed the short,

plump woman. “I’m looking for Aimee Howard.”

“Ms. Keaton?” At Skye’s nod, the woman motioned her in.

“Ms. Howard is expecting you.” Skye chided herself. She should

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have expected Aimee wouldn’t answer the door herself. Judging by

the neighborhood, she was likely to run into even more servants

lurking in the halls.

Servant One led her to a room a few steps from the foyer and

told her to have a seat while she fetched Ms. Howard.

She didn’t sit. Instead, she chose to roam the room and practice

her snooping skills. On two of the walls, bookshelves rose from floor

to ceiling. Brick lined the exposed wall with a painting scattered

here and there. Skye focused on a particularly large canvas. She

supposed the painting would be considered abstract because that’s

what she always heard it called when you couldn’t for the life of

you tell what the artist had in mind. Lots of color, slung from a short

distance. Probably a druggie. Oh well, better painting in a studio

than out selling crack on the streets.

“That’s one of my favorites.”

Of course it is. Skye fixed an appropriately appreciative

expression on her face before she turned to greet her new employer.

“You like Richter’s work?” Aimee asked.

“I’m not much of an art critic.” Skye kept her tone careful and

controlled.

“I see.”

Two little words with a ton of meaning. Skye chided herself.

She was going to have to be more careful. This woman was sharper

than she originally thought. It was almost as if she could read her

thoughts. Since her current thoughts included the observation that

Aimee was the finest piece of art in the room, it was time to change

the subject to suit her own comfort level. “I’d like to start by looking

at Nicole’s room.”

“Follow me then. It’s upstairs.” Aimee gestured for Skye to

follow. “Did you see anyone watching the house when you pulled up?”

The lady had a lively imagination. “No, no sign of surveillance.

Why? Do you suspect you’re being watched?”

“I’m pretty damned sure I am. Maybe they took a break for the

evening.”

Skye nodded. She didn’t think the feds would waste time

staking out her place. Stakeouts cost tons of money and weren’t

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used as often as television and movies made it seem. She decided

it couldn’t hurt to indulge her client a bit. “I’ll look around when I

leave and let you know if there’s some reason to be concerned.”

They didn’t speak again as they walked to the third floor of

the spacious home. Skye knew she should take advantage of every

moment to find out what she could about Nicole, but Aimee’s

commanding presence and sex appeal robbed her of words. She

chose instead to use her observational, rather than interrogational

skills.

The house was well kept and professionally decorated. She

may not recognize the art on the walls, but she could tell it was

expensive and probably original. She wondered if Aimee picked it

out herself or if the decorator was the culprit.

“Which rooms did they search?”

“All of them, I assume.”

“You didn’t watch them?”

“I was handcuffed. Not exactly free to roam about the premises.”

Aimee’s pained expression signaled that despite her flippant

tone, the experience was beyond unpleasant. She imagined it had been

Aimee’s first negative encounter with anyone in law enforcement.

Aimee Howard was the type of woman whose call would be taken

by the upper echelon of the Highland Park police department. To

have her home invaded by federal authorities would have been a

jarring invasion to Aimee’s protective bubble of privilege.

Skye did a rapid reassessment of her initial impression. Aimee

must have given the feds a hell of a time. They would’ve known

fairly quickly she wasn’t the suspect, meaning there was no need to

restrain her unless she was trying to block the search. Wildcat. Skye

tried to imagine the well-coiffed Aimee Howard locked in a struggle

with a team of gun-toting federal agents. She probably broke at least

one nail, wrinkled her stylish outfit, and maybe even smeared her

makeup before she’d wound up with her hands bound behind her

back. Skye shook her head to clear the image that was fast bringing

her to arousal. She focused on the way Aimee looked now. Too

perfect to touch. Well, looks were definitely deceiving in this case.

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Aimee couldn’t decide if she liked the way Skye’s penetrating

stare made her feel. Exposed, vulnerable. She’d had enough of

those particular feelings this week. “Is there a reason you’re staring

at me?” Part of her sensed Skye wasn’t looking at her so much as

looking through her. What does she see? Whatever it was, the vision

captured her attention completely. Just like Aimee had wanted to

capture her attention a couple of weeks ago and then again yesterday

on the street. Not anymore. Skye Keaton might be splendid eye

candy, but she had yet to show any other traits of interest.

“Do you live here alone?” The question seemed more personal

than professional, and despite the change in subject, Aimee felt even

more exposed. “I would have expected Morgan and Parker to fill

you in on any details you need in order to find Nicki.”

“Is there a reason you don’t want to answer my questions?”

“Efficiency. Aren’t I paying you by the hour?” Aimee didn’t

want to admit she was more annoyed at the nature of the question

than the fact Skye was asking questions at all. “It’s not my fault you

didn’t get the background you needed.”

Skye visibly bristled. “You’re paying me to do my job. How I

do it is my decision, based on years of experience.”

Aimee knew Skye was right, but she was angry, the kind of

anger born out of embarrassment. The feeling shamed her, but she

didn’t have to let her actions shame her more. Skye obviously hadn’t

felt the same jolt she had in their brief connection at the bar. Aimee

realized she was clinging to a tenuous connection that didn’t exist.

She stifled her anger. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Why don’t you take

a look around Nicole’s room and anywhere else you want? I’ll wait

downstairs. When you’re done, I’ll answer any questions you have.”

Skye wasn’t sure what to make of Aimee’s sudden change in

attitude. She nodded her agreement, but her natural tendency toward

cynicism kept her guard in place.

The guest room where Nicole stayed was as impeccably

decorated as the rest of the house. Skye found it hard to believe a

college student had ever lived in this room. The only visible traces

of Nicole were a few pieces of clothing hanging in the spacious

walk-in closet. A pair of jeans and two shirts. Skye recognized the

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bold white stitching on the jeans as those of an expensive brand.

The shirts were colorful, but plain Banana Republic T-shirts. Nicole

had money to spend on clothes. She had enough money to spend

on clothes that this pair of jeans wasn’t a coveted piece of clothing,

left as it was at her aunt’s house in a completely different town than

where she lived.

Skye searched the pockets and found a crumpled charge

receipt. The date was cut off, but she determined the purchase was

fairly recent since the paper was still crisp and the ink wasn’t faded.

Freedom Army-Navy Store, Austin. The receipt wasn’t itemized,

but it reflected a cash transaction for a little over three hundred

dollars. Pretty steep for salvage store accessories to go with her

trendy clothes. It might mean nothing, but it was a place to start.

Stupid feds. If they’d found it, they would’ve taken it with them,

securely tucked in a glassine bag. Skye reminded herself to get a

copy of the list of things they had taken following their search of the

house and Aimee’s office.

The rest of her search revealed nothing of interest. When she

joined Aimee downstairs, she was surprised to find her in the kitchen.

Aimee gestured at a generous spread. “I haven’t had dinner.

How about you?”

Skye hadn’t. She didn’t have a lick of groceries at her house

and, though now she was flush with cash, she hadn’t purchased

anything since she was headed out of town in the morning. For

the second time that evening, she considered the tenuous line she

walked. A meal was hardly a significant personal event.

“Food sounds great. Thanks.” At Aimee’s urging, she grabbed

a plate and filled it with an array of delicious looking food. They

settled into chairs.

Skye took her first bite at the exact moment Aimee announced,

“No one else lives here.”

Skye swallowed roughly. “Pardon?”

“You asked if I live here alone.”

“I see.” Skye feigned indifference, but filed the information

away for future inspection.

“What about you?”

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“Me?”

“Yes, you. Tell me more about yourself. Besides the fact you

were a detective for the Dallas PD.”

“Like what do you want to know?” Skye’s hunger clouded her

usual caution. She dug into her food as if she hadn’t eaten in days.

“Like what do you do for fun?”

Skye stopped mid bite. Aimee’s expression was playful, teasing.

Personal and professional boundaries might blur when it came to the

questions she asked Aimee, but the demarcation was sharp and solid

in the other direction. She had no intention of revealing anything

to do with her personal life to Aimee or anyone else, especially not

when the dangerous crackle of attraction threatened to distract her

from her only chance at a respectable job.

If the circumstances were different, she would consider

showing, rather than telling Aimee the answer to her question, but

she needed this work. Not for the money, but for the boost to her

confidence. She didn’t have a clue what Aimee was up to, but she

wasn’t going to risk this job, so this socialite could slum it for the

evening.

Skye pushed her plate away and stood. “It’s getting late. I plan

to leave early in the morning. I need you to make a list of all of

Nicole’s friends in Austin, including her boyfriend and any other

guys she dated. Include their contact information if you have it.

Get the list along with anything else you think might be helpful to

Morgan or Parker. I’ll stay in touch with them while I’m in Austin.”

Aimee stiffened, but Skye ignored an impulse to soften her

impersonal good-bye. Better to make it clear now that their only

interactions would be for the purpose of finding Nicki. When the

job was over, their lives would intersect no more. Skye left quickly

to emphasize the point.

❖

Skye waited until nine a.m. to hit the road in order to avoid

the rush hour commute. The drive would take three hours, not

accounting for any traffic, and the route along I-35 was notorious

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for random construction projects that shut the road down often for

miles at a time. At least the weather was good. Not a cloud in sight.

Despite her preparations the day before, she still had a couple

of stops to make before she left town. The first had come up when

she called Parker to discuss their mutual client.

“What’s her story, anyway?”

“What are you talking about?”

“One minute she acts like I’m not competent to find Nicki, the

next she’s coming on to me.”

“Coming on to you? Seriously, Skye.”

“You don’t believe me? You don’t think I’m good enough?”

Skye felt silly for the words the moment they left her mouth. It

wasn’t like she cared either way. But she did. The assumption,

real or imagined, she wasn’t the right type for Aimee or any other

respectable woman ate at her insides.

“Now you’re talking trash. If I didn’t think you were top-notch,

I wouldn’t have hired you for this gig.”

“Yeah, right, because finding a college student is so damn

difficult you had to have the best. Sure you’re not just tossing me a

bone, Casey?”

“You’re welcome to throw it back if you want. I can get

someone else to find Nicole if you’re not interested.”

“Look, let’s take this back a notch. I’m sorry. This whole private

eye thing is weird. I’m not used to having someone looking over my

shoulder. I’ll get over it. Anyway, the real reason I called was to see

if I could come by and pick up that information Aimee sent over.”

“Sure, you can come by, but why don’t I just e-mail that stuff

to you?”

“I’m not taking my laptop. No room on the bike.”

“Seriously, Skye, you still don’t have a car?”

Skye’s steadfast refusal to purchase any mode of transportation

with more than two wheels was a source of constant needling from

friends and family. Most claimed she did it so she never had to cart

anyone around. She always replied with an offer to share the ride,

which all but her late night pickups declined. She preferred the

maneuverability of her Harley.

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“You still driving that old junker you call vintage?” Her

comment was designed to elicit a defensive yelp, and she wasn’t

disappointed. Parker’s ‘68 Mustang was always in need of just one

more little repair to keep it roadworthy.

“Yes, but I’m married to a woman whose car actually runs.”

“My Harley runs just fine.”

“Speaking of twentieth century, can’t you get e-mail on your

phone?”

“I did, on the one I had on the job. I turned it in along with

every other piece of city property in my possession when I was

shown the door. I’m talking to you on my stripped down, phone

calls only cell phone.”

“I can tell you right now, your Neanderthal method of

communication isn’t going to work. Morgan and I are in court so

much, it’s easier to reach us by text or e-mail. Come by the office. I

think Morgan’s old iPhone is still around here. You can take it and

get it activated before you leave town.”

A leash. Skye chose not to speak the words because she wanted

this job, but the thought of being on the end of anyone else’s instant

access made her ill. “Yeah, okay. I’ll come by.”

“Oh, and just so you know, Aimee went out with Morgan once.”

“Your point?”

“I don’t have one. Not really. Well, maybe I just wanted to

point out that you may not be her type.”

“Like I couldn’t figure that out for myself. Guess you think

you’re hot shit because Morgan picked you over her.”

“No, but I do think I’m lucky.”

I could use a little luck, Skye thought as she burned up

highway miles on her way to Austin. She was making good time,

and she should hit the university campus by one o’clock, despite

her late start. As she approached Exit 353, she debated whether she

should pull off and grab a snack at the famous Czech Stop Bakery.

The growl in her belly made the decision easy. She reasoned a

snack now would mean she could show up ready to work without

stopping again for lunch. Besides, even over the low roar of

her bike’s engine, she had heard the ringing of the stupid phone

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Parker made her carry. She should check and see if it was anything

important.

Her inbox contained two messages. She didn’t recognize either

return address. The e-mails were listed in the order received. First

on the list:

I realize you’re probably already on the road, but

please call me as soon as you arrive in Austin. I’ve

had some ideas I’m sure will be helpful to you in

your search for Nicole. I’ll be waiting for your call.

Aimee

Seriously? How did she get my e-mail address? Please don’t

let her have my phone number. The last thing I need is some client

micromanaging my every move. She remembered she had another

e-mail to check.

Skye,

Aimee called shortly after you left. She said she had

some information for you so I gave her your contact

info. I hope you don’t mind, but it just seemed easier

for her to get in touch with you directly. Have a

good trip.

Parker

Of course I mind. Skye powered down the phone and shoved

it in the tank storage leather pouch on the bike, determined to finish

her early lunch in peace. Parker had given her the list of Nicki’s

contacts in Austin this morning. If Ms. Aimee Howard had additional

important information to share, she could send it to her in an e-mail.

Skye punctuated the thought with a large bite of Czech pastry. The

sweet yeast sang against the tart apricot filling and soothed away any

lingering frustrations about her pushy client. A couple of kolaches

later, she was speeding toward Austin, with no interruptions in sight.

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❖

The week was practically gone and Aimee resolved she would

get some work done in order to have something to show for it. After

she e-mailed Skye, she called an impromptu meeting at the office.

Over lunch, she discussed the status of any pending contracts with

her team. Each of her agents was a shareholder in her boutique firm

and business meetings were the norm in their office. It was a unique

arrangement in the real estate world, but Aimee wanted to build the

business for all more than just herself. Today, her concern was doing

whatever she could to return some sense of normalcy to the office

after the invasion at the beginning of the week.

When the meeting was over, she stopped by Natalie’s desk.

“Yes, Ms. Howard?”

Aimee resisted the urge to admonish her to use her first name.

She was only here for a couple more weeks. She couldn’t possibly

drive her crazy in two weeks time. “Any calls?”

“No, Ms. Howard, no calls.”

“Okay. Let me know if Skye Keaton calls. Interrupt me if you

have to.”

In her office, Aimee checked her computer for an e-mail from

Skye. The clock in the corner read two p.m. Skye should be in

Austin by now. Parker said she had an iPhone, all set up with e-mail

service. Surely Skye had gotten her request for contact by now.

She rapped her fingers on her desk. Aimee picked up the phone,

then replaced it in the cradle. She should let Skye do her job. She’d

probably only been in Austin for a couple hours at the most. She

wanted to tell her about Nicole’s recent contact with her father and

her request for money.

If that’s all you wanted to tell her, you could have put it in

the e-mail. Aimee didn’t want to admit it, but she knew why she’d

asked Skye to call. She wanted a connection she couldn’t get from

exchanging typed text. Skye Keaton was an enigma and she wanted

to cut through the mystery. She looked like she was in her mid

thirties, and she’d worked her way up through the ranks at DPD to

become a detective. Aimee was no expert, but she watched plenty of

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cop shows. Cops who made it to detective were the kind who stuck

with the work, no matter what. Why had Skye quit? Maybe she’d

been hurt on duty and retired rather than take a boring desk job.

She sure didn’t look like she had any injuries or health problems.

On the contrary, she looked fantastically fit. Maybe she hadn’t quit

voluntarily. Aimee pushed the thought away. Morgan and Parker

wouldn’t have hired a fired Dallas cop to look for Nicki. Would

they?Aimee opened her Internet browser and Googled Skye Keaton.

Dozens of entries appeared, most detailing testimony in murder

cases. The top, most recent entry drew Aimee’s eye.

This afternoon, Dallas PD Homicide Detective

Skye Keaton took the stand in the trial of Theodore

Burke. Burke was on trial for attempted murder of

a police officer. Detective Keaton is no stranger to

the witness stand, having testified at dozens of trials

during her tenure on the force, but today she is the

state’s key witness because of her role as victim,

rather than lead investigator in the case.

Aimee clicked on the link and read the rest of the story. She

was familiar with the Burke family. Her parents’ mansion was only

a few blocks from the Burke estate, and she remembered the blazing

headlines last year when the youngest member of the family, Camille

Burke, was found dead in her room at the mansion with a gunshot

wound to the head. Morgan, along with a group of law students

including Parker, had represented the man police arrested for the

crime, but the investigation revealed police had arrested the wrong

man. Camille had actually committed suicide to escape the abuse of

her older brother, Teddy. Teddy, in turn, went to extra pains to cover

up his own crimes, but when the police drew close, he attempted to

kill the detective who found him out. Aimee was amazed to learn

that detective was Skye Keaton.

She glanced at the date on the headline. Teddy Burke’s trial

ended just a few weeks ago. The article indicated Skye was still an

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active member of DPD at the time she testified. If Skye had quit the

force, she’d done so right after the trial. Aimee’s mind raced with

speculation about Skye’s reasons for leaving her job. Maybe she

couldn’t handle the stress anymore. After all, she had a close brush

with death. After years on the force, had this been the first time

she’d been in danger? She thought about calling Morgan to get her

questions answered, but decided against it. She didn’t want Morgan

to think she didn’t trust her judgment, especially when it seemed

there must be some strange connection between Skye and Morgan’s

law firm. It was pretty odd that they would all be working on the

same side after having been engaged in a legal battle mere months

before.

No, she wouldn’t ask Morgan about Skye’s background, but

she would get some answers. Aimee was not without connections.

She located an old directory and turned the pages until she found a

familiar entry. As she dialed the number, she let her mind wander to

the many questions she had about Skye while ignoring the primary

query: Why was she so interested in the past of a woman she barely

knew?

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ChaPTer eighT

Single room. Ground floor. Near the front if you have it.”

Skye waited patiently for the middle aged, Middle Eastern

man to locate a key. She paid cash, in advance, for two nights. The

man smiled as he accepted the familiar currency. This wasn’t a “we

need your credit card for amenities kind of place.” Any extras would

be purchased from a coin-operated vending machine, and all the

room furnishings were likely bolted down.

The sign out front read simply MOTEL, perfect for keeping

a low profile. She wasn’t exactly sure why she cared. All she

had to do was find the girl and then go home. She had plenty of

money for expenses. Maybe she should have stayed at some cool

hotel downtown where she would be in walking distance to nice

restaurants with white tablecloths and real silver. The kind of places

Aimee Howard was used to. She pictured the voluptuous blonde

seated across from her, leaning forward to offer Skye a particularly

tasty morsel. From her fingers.

Skye shook her head. She wasn’t here to lounge and eat, and

she certainly wasn’t here to daydream sexy thoughts. Especially

if those thoughts involved bossy Aimee Howard. She had a job to

do. When she turned in her receipts, would Aimee appreciate how

frugal Skye had been with her money? She doubted it.

Skye was in the room only long enough to use the restroom and

stow her duffle. Her first stop was Nicole’s apartment near campus.

She had been surprised to learn the college student had her own

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place. She knew Nicole could afford it, or at least her parents could,

but she imagined the rich child of socialites would be banded with

a group of other like females in a sorority house or some other such

horrid place.

The apartment complex was plush and enormous. She had

Nicole’s apartment number, but it still took her a good ten minutes

of driving around to find the correct building. Hardly anyone was

around. Good. She didn’t want to be interrupted.

She knocked on the apartment door, idly wondering if she

could keep the retainer if Nicole appeared at the door, ready to turn

herself in. She didn’t wonder long before she decided no one was

going to answer. After glancing around to make sure she wasn’t

being observed, Skye reached into her boot and extracted a slim

leather case. Her father had given her the set of lock picks when she

graduated from the academy.

“You’re a smart girl, but you lack brute force your brothers

possess. There’ll be some doors you can’t get open under your own

physical power. Use these when you can’t find another way around.”

Even then the leather case was butter smooth with wear.

Skye suspected the picks had been in the family for a while. She

treated them like an heirloom, but she used them liberally. She’d

found plenty of occasions that didn’t offer another way around.

She’d taught herself and her skill was advanced. She never spoke

to her father about the gift beyond a simple “thank you” the day

it was offered, but she knew Chief Keaton would be proud of her

prowess.

The lock popped, and Skye drew her weapon before pushing

the door in. As she crossed the threshold, she assumed a Weaver

stance, sweeping left, then right, more concerned about safety than

scaring anyone who might be inside. She kept up the maneuvers

as she walked through the spacious apartment until she determined

all the rooms were clear. Nicole was nowhere in sight, but a single

sheet of paper, containing a vaguely worded list of seized items—

laptop, DVDs, letters—gracing the kitchen counter told her the feds

had already swept the place. Skye placed her Sig back in the holster

and she concentrated on finding clues the feds had missed.

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Perhaps because she was hungry again, she started with the

fridge. The contents consisted of a scattered bunch of fast food

condiments. The only item resembling real food was a pint-sized

carton of milk. She checked the expiration date and shuddered when

she saw it was two weeks past. Clue number one. Skye pulled a

small flip cover notebook from her back pocket and scrawled the

date. The rest of the kitchen was sparsely stocked with a random set

of plates, pots and pans, a box of Cheerios, and a picnic style set of

salt and pepper shakers.

Skye moved next to the only bedroom. The double bed was

made. Skye sniffed the air. Musty. The small walk-in closet was

stuffed with clothes, similar in style to the few pieces in her room

at Aimee’s house. Skye was willing to bet Nicole spent more on

clothes in a month than her own rent. If Nicole had taken as much

with her as she left behind, that number would probably be double.

The top shelf of the closet held a full set of expensive, brand

name luggage, seven pieces in various sizes. Skye checked the

bathroom next. The counter and cabinet were full of products likely

purchased at stores like Neiman Marcus. The shower caddy was

stocked with shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and a loofah. The

only out of place items were a cheap can of men’s shaving cream

and a bar of Irish Spring. What she saw throughout the apartment

confirmed her suspicions. Nicole hadn’t planned an extended trip.

Skye needed to figure out when she’d last been seen.

She pulled the Army-Navy store receipt from her back pocket.

Freedom. Interesting name. Maybe she should swing by there and

see if they remembered Nicole shopping in their store. First stop

though would be to check in with the apartment manager.

The suite of business offices was plush. Not a starving student

in sight. A man was seated at the desk, while a sharply dressed

woman stood strategically by the entry. She was the first to speak.

“Can I help you find your next home here at The Winds at

Willow Lake?”

Skye grinned at the Stepford impersonation. She was pretty

sure the lake the woman referred to was the pond located in the

middle of the property. She glanced at the man seated at the desk.

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She probably had a better chance of getting valuable intel from him,

but it might be harder to come by. She touched the woman’s elbow

and steered her to the other side of the room, careful to keep her

voice low. “Actually, I live in Dallas, but I could use your help with

something very important.” Skye fixed her features to convey the

importance of her impending request. The woman squinted back

at her, as if by squeezing her eyes tightly she could keep whatever

information she was about to learn from falling out.

“My sister lives here. You may know her. Nicole Howard.

Apartment fourteen twenty?” Skye figured she looked enough like

Nicole to pass as a sibling.

The woman nodded her head slowly. “Yes. I do.” She lowered her

voice. “You know federal agents were here searching her apartment?”

“I do. Our attorneys say it was a big mistake, and they’re sorting

it out. I’m sure it was very troubling for Nicole. I remember how

hard it is to be in college, miles away from your family.” Skye lied.

A couple of years at the community college around the corner from

her house was her only experience with post high school education.

All she’d ever wanted to be was a cop, like her dad and brothers.

Well, that ship had sailed.

She turned her focus back to the task at hand. “I don’t want

her to know I was checking up on her, but I did want to make sure

she has everything she needs.” Skye leaned in to whisper a series of

questions. “Have you seen her lately? Does she look okay? Losing

weight, gaining weight? Is her rent paid?” She rocked back on her

heels and waited for the woman to answer whatever she chose.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen her in a while.” She paused.

“Her rent’s all paid up through the end of the semester. I think your

parents wired the money at the beginning of the school year.” She

appeared disconcerted, as if she wasn’t holding up her end of the

bargain in this information exchange. Then Skye saw a light bulb

go off. “She does have some mail. Her box was overflowing and the

postman started delivering it directly to the office.” She paused, as

if reflecting.

Skye waited through the beats of silence, hoping, hoping.

“Would you like to collect it for her?”

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Bingo. Skye tried not to appear too eager. “Sure, if it would

help you out. I’m supposed to see her very soon”—not a complete

lie—“and I’d be happy to pass it along.”

Skye waited patiently while the woman gathered Nicki’s

mail. The bundle was large and stacked on top were several bulky

packages. One in particular caught her eye. She couldn’t wait to get

back to the motel room and rummage through her find.

❖

Aimee kept glancing at the door. The coffee shop at Southside

on Lamar was deserted, which made her furtive looks all the more

noticeable. The owner finally strode over. “Do you need anything

else?”Aimee assumed a sheepish look. “No, I’m waiting on someone.

I’m fine for now.” She wasn’t really. When she’d called Lieutenant

Jane Dawson, she’d expected to get a simple rundown about Skye

Keaton that would fill in some blanks to the information she’d

gathered from the Internet. Instead, Jane suggested they talk in

person. Aimee was a savvy enough businesswoman to know most

bad news was delivered face-to-face. She nursed her now cold

coffee and waited for Jane to arrive and the other shoe to drop.

Ten long minutes later, Jane slid into a chair across from her.

“Sorry I’m late. Something came up just as I tried to sneak

away.”

“No problem.” Aimee took a deep breath and assessed

Lieutenant Dawson. She hadn’t seen her in a while. Jane used to

be the department’s liaison to the GLBT community, and when she

was in that post, they had crossed paths on numerous occasions.

Jane’s calm, professional demeanor, as she handled difficult public

relations issues got her noticed and promoted quickly to the position

of official department spokesperson. Her easy good looks didn’t

hurt. The cameras loved her and she always made the department

look good, even when doing so seemed an insurmountable task.

Aimee hoped Jane’s position in the department would make her the

perfect person to fill in the blanks about Skye’s background.

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Jane leaned forward. “Disciplinary reports are public record.

For the most part.”

“You’re saying I could just request Skye’s record?”

“Yes.”

“Through regular channels, that could take weeks, am I right?”

Jane nodded.

“I’d like them sooner.”

“I understand. Mind if I ask why?”

Aimee hesitated. Bottom line, Jane was a cop. Aimee might refer

to her as a friend, but in truth, they were really only acquaintances.

She didn’t know how Jane would react to her story about her on-

the-lam niece and her attempts to find her before the feds did. If she

knew Skye was looking for Nicki, would Jane feel compelled to tell

her law enforcement brethren to tail Skye in hopes she would lead

them to Nicki? In books and on TV, local authorities usually hated

the feds. Maybe she was blowing the situation out of proportion, but

she wasn’t prepared to take that chance. She lied. “I’m thinking of

hiring her to work security for some property I own. I need her to

start right away.” She spoke the words rapidly and avoided Jane’s

look, certain that a trained professional would know she was lying.

“Oh, okay.” Jane reached under the table and pulled a thick

folder from her briefcase. She set the folder on the table, her hand

rested on top. “Since it’s public record, I don’t think there’s an issue

with me giving you this copy.”

Aimee tried not to stare at the document in the center of the

table. She wanted to grab it and run to her car where she could pore

over the contents in private.

“A few portions are missing.”

Aimee forced herself to look from the folder to Jane’s face.

“Missing?”

“I guess missing isn’t the right word. Sealed is more appropriate.

In other words, some of the information you mentioned on the phone

may not be in these files.”

Aimee nodded. She got it. If she requested the file through

regular channels, she would have received this same stack without

an explanation. She would have realized some chunks were missing,

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but her questions would go unanswered. Jane was here in person

to fill in the blanks. Aimee wondered how cooperative Jane was

prepared to be.

“I don’t have any personal information about the Burke case,”

Jane said, as if she could hear Aimee’s thoughts. Aimee heard the

big, silent, “but.” She waited. “But I have heard things.”

“Anything you could share would be helpful.”

“Skye was a dedicated cop.”

Not the thunderbolt of information Aimee had been expecting.

She stared at Jane. Her pained expression told her she was just

warming up. “Skye tended to believe more in the order part of law

and order. She would do just about anything to get a conviction.

Most of the time, her actions were justified.”

And sometimes they weren’t. Aimee heard the unspoken cut,

but she detected not a hint of disdain. Whatever Skye had done, Jane

didn’t think it had warranted her separation from the department.

“She had a habit of cutting corners. Constitutional corners.

Her actions sometimes tied a prosecutor’s hands, placed them in a

difficult position. Legally.”

“But she was a victim in the Burke case.”

“Yes. Some people think she brought that on herself.”

But you don’t. Interesting. Aimee’s curiosity ran rampant, but

Jane’s locked up expression told her she wasn’t likely to get much

more. She chose her next question carefully.

“Would you trust her to guard something very important to

you?”Jane glanced around. No one else was in the tiny café. Aimee

guessed the action was symbolic. Jane was about to tell her something

she truly meant, but wouldn’t admit to in her official capacity.

“I would trust her with my life.”

❖

Back at her office, Aimee reflected on her meeting with Jane.

Frankly, she wasn’t sure what to make of it. She knew now that Skye

had been asked to leave the department for infractions that violated

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department policy, but she had earned the secret respect of more

than a few higher-ups. Aimee flashed back to the swarm of federal

agents who’d invaded her home and swept through it like a well-

oiled machine. She shuddered. She didn’t want to take any chances

when it came to finding Nicki and getting her to Morgan and Parker.

She wondered what tricks Skye might have up her sleeve. Tricks

were the last thing she needed. Aimee picked up the phone. “Natalie,

do I have any messages?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Aimee cringed. “Any from a Skye Keaton?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Okay, thanks. Shoot me an e-mail with the messages.” Like

I’ve told you to do a thousand times. Aimee kept the phone in her

hand and considered her options. First, never again hire temporary

help as a favor. Second, get hold of Skye Keaton. She couldn’t

believe Skye hadn’t called her. If she didn’t return client calls, she’d

be out of business. Apparently, Skye didn’t possess a lot of business

savvy. Well, I can teach her a thing or two. She punched in the

numbers and waited for the mechanical outgoing message.

“Keaton here.”

Aimee jumped at the sound of Skye’s husky voice, her bravado

fading now that Skye had actually answered the phone.

“Skye, it’s Aimee Howard.”

“Oh.” Skye sounded decidedly disappointed.

Oh? No, “I’m sorry I haven’t returned your message.” No, “I

realize I work for you and I should probably check in every once in

a while.” Aimee chided herself. Had she really expected Skye to

check in? She took a deep breath and plunged in. “I thought of some

information that might be helpful.”

“Okay.”

“Wow, you really don’t like to waste words, do you?” Silence.

Well, that answers that, Aimee thought. “Forget I said that. I wanted

to let you know I had a discussion with my dad the other day and

he said he was in contact with Nicki in the last week. I think he’s

been sending her money, and knowing him, we’re not talking about

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“How not small?”

“Probably in the thousand dollar range. Maybe more.”

“Your father is Gordon Howard, the developer?”

Even though her parentage was easy information to locate,

the fact that Skye had checked her out was at once flattering and

disturbing. “The one and only.”

“I’m guessing a thousand bucks is nothing to him.”

“Technically, no. He’s got plenty, but Dad guards every dime

like it’s his last. The money he’s been sending her is from her trust

account, not his personal fortune.”

“How would he have gotten her the money?”

“I’m betting a wire transfer. Apparently, he took down her

banking information when he talked to her last.”

“Interesting.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking that if we had her bank information,

it might be easier to find her. See where she’s spending her dough.”

Skye paused. “I went by her apartment. Someone paid Nicki’s rent

through the end of the semester.”

“That was probably my brother. He’s out of the country, so he

probably has all her expenses paid up for a while to make things

easier on him.”

“If your brother pays for everything, I wonder why Nicki would

need to dip into her trust account.”

“Good question.”

“It doesn’t look like she’s been here in a while. The apartment

manager gave me a bunch of mail that’s been piling up.”

“Why did she give it to you? Isn’t that a federal offense?” She

heard Skye chuckle into the line.

“Oh, that’s rich. I’m pretty sure the feds are worried more

about little Nicki than any federal offense her apartment manager

may have committed by giving me her mail.”

Aimee felt stupid. Of course, Skye was right. All she wanted

to do now was end the call. “Anyway, I thought you should know

about her contact with my dad. And the money. In case it helps.” She

was feeling pleased with herself for providing what Skye obviously

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considered pertinent information, but Skye’s next remark doused

her self-congratulations.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“I just realized it might be important.”

“Any other important information you’ve forgotten to share?”

Aimee bristled. “What’s with the tone? I thought you worked

for me.” She instantly regretted the statement and softened her tone.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but looking for missing college

students isn’t really my forte.”

“I work for Morgan and Parker.”

Aimee was confused by the seeming non sequitur. “Excuse

me?” “I don’t work for you. If you have information that could help

me find Nicki, call me, but if you have a problem with the way I do

my job, call your lawyers.”

Where did Skye get off talking to her like that? Aimee thought

of a thousand retorts, but only one made it past her lips.

“Apparently, I’m not the only one who has a problem with how

you do your job. But rest assured, I won’t put up with as much as

your last employer did.”

As she clicked off the line, the sour taste of regret overshadowed

the triumph of her zinging last remark.

❖

Skye stared at the phone in her hand. What the hell? The not

so thinly veiled reference to her former cop status was crystal clear.

Her only question was who had filled Aimee in on the details of

her forced resignation. Parker? Morgan? Skye started punching

in the numbers to their law office, anger her driving force, but she

clicked off the line before the call rang through. Surely neither of

them would have told Aimee things that would cast doubt on their

decision to hire her. No, that would only reflect poorly on them.

Aimee had to have found out the background behind Skye’s

separation from the department another way. It was probably

easy for her to learn whatever she wanted. As Gordon Howard’s

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daughter, she had not only limitless funds, but also unfettered

access to the upper echelon of city government. Clearly, Aimee was

used to having whatever she wanted, which made Skye resistant

to give her anything. If Aimee wanted to convey or receive any

more information about this case, she’d have to consult Parker and

Morgan, and if those terms weren’t acceptable, she was done with

this job.

She tossed the phone down and resumed reviewing Nicki’s

mail. She’d received several large brown envelopes from an address

in Wyoming. No name on the return address, only initials: C.O.P.S.

She picked the phone back up and scrolled through the features to

see if it had a camera function. Guess this smart phone will come in

handy after all. Skye snapped a picture of the return address. She

was sorely tempted to open one of the envelopes. From the outside,

it looked like junk mail, maybe a catalog or newsletter. Did the

drafters of the legislation really mean for it to be a federal offense

for someone to open junk mail? She could always say she found it

in the trash.

She tossed one of the envelopes in the round, tin wastebasket

and reflected for a moment on why the trash can wasn’t bolted down

like everything else in the room. After a respectable three minutes,

she snatched the envelope back and ripped it open.

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ChaPTer nine

Skye scanned the contents of the envelope.

Federal taxes are a foreign conspiracy. The IRS, along with

most other federal agencies, has become an arm of the infidel,

reaching into the pockets of Hardworking Americans, STEALING

the fruits of their labor in order to fund the works of despots in

corrupt foreign lands. Citizens, you must exercise your rights under

the CONSTITUTION to blunt the dilution of our Great nation. Every

time a dollar goes overseas, it turns into a piece of filthy LUCRE,

not fit to be called AMERICAN. Stop the flow of support for the

unbelievers, the unpatriotic, the un-American. You know what to do.

Recall the teachings of our forefathers, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin

Franklin, and the Reverend Bill Gale, and follow their example.

Skye stared at the paper in her hand. It was a newsletter of

sorts, though not professionally produced. It consisted of three

sheets of plain white typing paper with a banner headline: THE

CONSTITUTIONAL HERALD, a publication of C.O.P.S., the

Coalition of Patriot Sectarians, an unorganized militia of the

sovereign republic of Texas.

C.O.P.S., seriously? She rechecked the return address on the

envelope. Why was an organization in Texas using a Wyoming

address? The Herald contained several stories, one paragraph after

another, complete with blaring headlines and sloppy clip art. The

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story she’d just read was positioned under the headline: Render unto

God what is God’s. Caesar can get money from liberal Jews, Wops,

and Spics, and was accompanied by a picture of the tax code in

flames. Skye glanced through the rest of the newsletter and found

advertisements from various gun dealers, shooting ranges, and

army surplus stores as well as articles dealing with a number of

controversial subjects including the military, racism, abortion, and

guns. She read another one with interest.

ARM YOURSELF

Every Coalition member has not only a RIGHT, but a DUTY

to bear arms. How else will we protect our families against the

plots and violence of the infidel who lives among us? Especially in

these times when we cannot KNOW for sure who it is who will rise

up to take away our rights. The DANGER slithers among us, and

many times the most dangerous are dressed like we are, living in our

neighborhoods, their children going to our schools. At neighborhood

parties, they talk about sports and the weather and you relax,

thinking you are of the same mind, but later, they go into their homes

and pledge their allegiance to the PSEUDO government. They

send their money to causes that would deny you and your children

a truly AMERICAN way of life. They send money to feed the poor

in countries whose name you can’t pronounce. They send money

to protect nonbelievers from their own path toward SIN. They send

money to teach outrageous ideas to schoolchildren who will grow up

to build bombs and other weapons designed to defeat you in wars

waged against freedom. You have no way of knowing from where and

when the enemy will come—you must be VIGILANT. Protect your

FREEDOM. Use it. Exercise your rights. PROTECT yourself. You

have a right to own and use the weaponry GOD gave you.

Why was a rich sorority girl getting this kind of whack-job

mail? Skye turned the envelope over and confirmed it was addressed

to Nicole. Bizarre. What was even more bizarre was the presence of

at least three other envelopes with the same return address. And the

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package. Skye pulled out a pocketknife and sliced through the tape

on the medium sized box, no longer giving a shit about federal law.

To the untrained eye, the contents of the box would look like

junk, but a weapons expert would know exactly what she was looking

at. PVC pipe, rubber disks, washers, short aluminum pipe. Skye had

been shooting guns since she was six. She’d developed an intense

fascination with firearms and, as she grew older, learned everything

she could on the subject. She was an accomplished markswoman,

proficient with a wide array of guns. She had no doubt the seemingly

harmless random assortment of parts was exactly what someone

needed in order to make a silencer. A homemade, illegal silencer.

Jeez. Skye dropped the box and rocked back on her heels. She had

to be wrong. No way was spoiled Nicki Howard spending her time

making accessories designed to kill. If Skye hadn’t seen the kind of

crazy mail Nicki had been getting, she might have a better chance at

shrugging off her concern. She pulled the receipt from the Freedom

Army-Navy Surplus store from her pocket. Extreme right-wing

propaganda, weapons, purchases from a store selling survivalist

equipment. She glanced back at the C.O.P.S. newsletter. The front

page featured a quarter page ad for the store. Pieces started to click

into place, and the picture was frightening. She’d worked on a task

force investigating extremist militia groups before she entered

homicide. Their constitutionally protected hate speech hid a string

of illegal activities—guns, bombs, and tax evasion. Before her

thoughts could run off on a tangent, she reeled them back in. She

packed the box and shoved it in the back of the closet. A trip to the

surplus store was in order. It was time to find out how Nicki was

spending the money she’d wheedled out of her trust account.

❖

Aimee decided an in-person visit was the best way to alleviate

her concerns, but when the receptionist told her Morgan was in

court, she instantly regretted not calling first.

“Can Ms. Casey help you?”

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She felt the beats of silence as she considered the option being

offered. She’d gotten to know Parker since she met Morgan last

year, but their acquaintance was at arm’s length. Parker was a

former cop and so was Skye. Did she really want to do her venting

with someone who might very well be a good friend of the source

of her consternation? Aimee quickly adjusted her perspective. If she

really wanted to know more about Skye Keaton, Parker might be the

best source of accurate information. She faced the receptionist who

waited patiently through her long, twisted thought process. “If Ms.

Casey is available, I’d be happy to talk to her instead.”

Moments later, she sat in Parker’s office and contemplated her

approach. Parker’s first words opened the door.

“I think it’s too soon for us to have heard anything, but I passed

on your message to Skye. Did she call you?”

“Well, not exactly. I mean I e-mailed her and asked her to call,

but I didn’t hear from her so I called her.” Aimee told herself to stop

babbling and get to the point. “She’s fairly gruff, don’t you think?”

Parker smiled. “Skye’s not known for her bedside manner.”

Aimee felt the red-hot blush rise up her neck. As much as she

was certain Parker’s choice of words was unintentional, she couldn’t

help the slow creep of embarrassment at the images it provoked. She

cast about for a way to change the subject, but since Skye was the

reason for her visit, there was no escape.

“I guess I’m used to a more professional approach.” As she

delivered the words, she noticed an almost imperceptible tightening

of Parker’s demeanor, but she couldn’t read the source. She

considered ignoring Parker’s reaction, but decided she might get

more information with a direct approach. “Did I say something to

offend you?”

Parker’s smile was still in place, but the change in her bearing

was evident. “Not really.” She paused and her smile turned sheepish.

“Well, maybe. We cops do our best to be professional, but we

generally like to be left to our own devices when it comes to how

we conduct an investigation.”

Aimee knew Parker had been a police officer before law school,

but the smooth, polished professional seated behind the desk bore

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no resemblance to the rough-around-the-edges Skye Keaton. She

decided to say as much. “I don’t think you’re anything like Skye.”

“I’m not.” Parker’s words were staccato.

Hmmm, must be a story there. Aimee waited to see if Parker

had anything to add before she resumed her questions. Silence. She

plunged in. “How do you know Skye?”

Parker stared at a spot on her desk for a very long time before

finally facing Aimee. “Skye and I were partners. We were both

homicide detectives.”

Partners? Parker’s information raised more questions, but

Aimee wasn’t sure of the line between personal and professional

anymore. She ventured one more. “I assume you know about the

circumstances behind her separation from the department?” She

didn’t wait for an answer before plunging ahead. “And you still feel

confident she’s qualified to do detective work for your firm?”

Aimee braced herself for Parker’s reaction. It was stoic. “Rest

assured, I would not have hired Skye if I didn’t feel like she was

supremely qualified. She will find Nicki and she will do it quickly.

We’ll contact you as soon as we have word.”

Aimee left feeling dismissed. She didn’t wear the feeling well.

Federal agents had torn a path through her home and office, but she

was supposed to sit quietly and wait while a has-been cop wandered

around Austin looking for Nicki. Granted, she hadn’t been close to

Nicki in a while, but she trusted her own instincts more than she

trusted those of a stranger. She was tired of feeling like she didn’t

have options. She fished her iPhone from her purse.

“Tom? Hi. Look, I’m going to take a few days off. With

everything that’s been going on, I think it would be a good idea if I

took some time to regroup. I need you to handle the contracts on the

Donaldson sale, but if she needs handling, I’ll be available by phone.

You okay with that?” She didn’t need his permission to take off, but

she wasn’t in the habit of ditching the hard files on her employees.

Tom assured her he would handle the sale with kid gloves and told

her to take as much time as she needed. She glanced at her watch.

Three o’clock. She had plenty of time to work out a plan.

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❖

Skye felt the buzz in her pocket as soon as she turned off her

bike. Another e-mail from Aimee.

I found info that should be helpful. Will have it

delivered to you. What hotel?

Skye contemplated ignoring the message. Couldn’t Aimee just

tell her what the information was? Well, at least Aimee wasn’t calling

or ordering her to call. Skye dug a matchbook from her pocket and

thumbed the address of the motel along with her room number into

a reply. Maybe Aimee had managed to get hold of Nicki’s bank

records. Those could be helpful.

Skye shoved the phone back in her pocket and sized up the

surplus store in front of her. The run-down building was not the

type of place Skye expected someone like Nicki to frequent. Upon

entering, she noticed dusty, ill-arranged military leftovers strewn

throughout the narrow building that looked like an old shotgun style

house now converted into a casual family business. With competition

from lots of bright new shiny sporting good stores, Skye figured this

place couldn’t be more than someone’s hobby or tax write-off. What

in the world could Nicki have spent three hundred dollars on in here?

“Looking for something special?”

Skye turned to the hulking figure standing behind her and

studied him. The man wore an odd assortment of his own inventory,

from the dusty black combat boots, camo pants, and beret to the

olive green utility belt armed with a hunting knife strapped tight

around his beer gut. She thrust out a hand. “Not really. Just checking

out your stuff.”

He grunted. “Authentic.”

I bet. “You a vet?”

“Staff Sergeant Davis. Desert Storm, Marines, First Division.”

He looked her up and down. “You?”

“Army. First Calvary. Didn’t see any action. Unfortunately. ”

His nod and grim smile signaled the lie bought her credibility. She’d

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actually thought about joining the service, but her father had talked

her out of it. She followed the path of her siblings directly into police

work. She’d taken a few courses at one of the local community

colleges in a half-hearted effort at giving herself some options,

but her heart was never in it. When her shift schedule started to

conflict with her class schedule, she abandoned her courses without

any consideration for the ragged transcript full of incompletes she

left behind. Maybe if she’d actually joined the Army she would’ve

gotten an education and had some other options now.

Skye shrugged the thought away. She probably would’ve fucked

up no matter which career path she’d chosen. At least she had this

chance to try to regain some professional cred. She considered the

best way to approach Mr. Desert Storm about his ad in the C.O.P.S.

newsletter.

“You own this place?”

“Yep.”

She was going to have to work harder for an opening. “I’ve

been looking for a place like this.” She invited his question.

He hedged. “Lots of surplus stores around.”

“Not all the same.”

“True.” He was making her work for it.

“I think it’s important to support businesses that support the

community, that have a conscience, so to speak. I pay attention to

who advertises in the publications I read.”

He rubbed his chin, but didn’t say anything. Skye could tell he

was sizing her up. She waited. She would wait as long as it took, but

she was done talking. If he didn’t respond to that remark, she would

have to try another, more circuitous approach.

He reached around her. Skye held herself still though she was

unnerved by his closeness. He pulled back and waved a dusty pair

of combat boots in front of her face. “You like these?”

Skye nodded.

“Try them on.”

She did. Surprisingly, they fit.

“They look good,” He grunted. He jerked his head in the

direction of the front of the store. “That your bike out front?”

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“Yep.”

“Nice ride. Softail?”

“Yep. Gets me where I need to go.” Skye knew her expression

more than her words spoke the pride she felt about her most

expensive and prized possession. She’d purchased the 1995 Harley

Softail when she was nineteen, over the angry protests of her mother.

Her father had sided with her, though his support was more of a

backhanded compliment. He assured her mother Skye’s head was

too hard to suffer any damage from a wreck on the two-wheeled

instrument of death.

Skye watched the man admire her bike while she considered

her strategy. She looked down at the boots on her feet and rubbed

the tips against the back of her jeans. They were no longer dusty and

she could see her reflection in the glossy black shine. She cracked

a smile just to see a friendly face. When she lifted her head, Mr.

Surplus was staring at her instead of the bike. She kept her smile. “I

think I’ll take these,” she said. “And I’m probably going to need a

bunch of other supplies.” She turned her head in a sweeping gesture.

“I see some of what I need, but I may need your help to locate the

rest.” She paused and fixed him with a pointed look. “Do you think

you can help me?”

His stare lasted forever, but Skye didn’t waver against his gaze.

She had no idea what she would say if he called her on her request,

but she’d played bluff enough to know that winning usually paid

off big.

After what seemed like an hour, the man reached around her

and grabbed a card from the counter. He scratched a single word and

a phone number on the back and shoved it her way.

“Call the number. Eight p.m. tonight. Opportunities abound for

those who seek the greater good.”

A chill ran up Skye’s spine, but she forced her half-smile to stay

in place. So Mr. Surplus did possess the ability to string together an

entire sentence, even it if was a scary, ominous one. She took the

card, nodded, and walked to her bike with deliberate slowness.

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ChaPTer Ten

Getting there was the easy part. Arrangements were only

a phone call away. Aimee chose not to think beyond the

destination.

She assumed her best syrupy voice. “Daddy, it’s your daughter,

Aimee. Remember how we were talking yesterday about all the

good things you do for your children and grandchildren? Well,

I need a favor.” She listened patiently through the grunts that

always accompanied her father’s effort at bestowing favors. As

cantankerous as the old man was, he usually came through. Today

was no different.

She had two hours to get ready. After a quick run by the office,

she drove home and parked her car in the garage. She left a detailed

note for Elsa, called for a car, and packed a bag. The drive from

her house to Love Field was fifteen minutes. Aimee glanced at her

watch. She had time for a quick bite, but she was so keyed up, she

wasn’t sure she could keep anything down. Her cell phone lay on

the counter, a guilty reminder that what she was about to do would

not be well received. Should I call her first? Aimee may not know

Skye very well, but she could predict her reaction, and she’d rather

witness the surprise in person.

Precisely an hour and a half after her call to her father, Aimee

rode through the airport security gates to the Signature Flight

Support Terminal. As they approached the Jetway, she motioned for

the driver to pull over. She handed him a generous tip and grabbed

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her own bag from the backseat. The uniformed man who greeted her

at the foot of the stairs leading to the sleek Gulfstream G450 leaned

for a hug.

“Ms. Howard, to what do we owe this pleasure? I can’t

remember the last time you flew with us.”

“Captain Rick! It has been too long.” She whispered the next

words. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been flying commercial.” She

mocked a shudder. “I’m not as rich as the rest of my family, after

all.” “Oh, please.” Rick grabbed her bag and escorted her up the

stairs into the Gulfstream. “If charm equals wealth, you’re the

richest one of the bunch.”

Aimee smiled at the old family friend. Rick Gains was the lead

pilot of Howard Enterprises’ small air fleet, and he had worked for

her father as long as she could remember. The fleet consisted of two

identical Gulfstream jets, used for both personal and professional

travel. She was grateful one of them had been available for her use

today. With no long airport lines or traffic to deal with, the private

jet would get her to Austin considerably faster than any other form

of transportation.

The moment she slid into one of the roomy leather seats,

another familiar face appeared at her shoulder. “Welcome aboard,

Ms. Howard. Good to see you again.”

“Ken!” Aimee rose to greet the tall, lanky young man. Ken

Gains was Rick’s son, and she and Ken had practically grown up

together. Ken always said he was going to be a pilot like his father

and, after a stint flying commercial, he’d joined his father as one of

the team of pilots on the Howard payroll. She delivered a fierce hug.

“Since when am I Ms. Howard?”

“Dad’s a stickler for protocol.”

“Our fathers definitely have that in common.” She glanced

around. “I don’t see any dads in the immediate vicinity, so it’s

Aimee, okay?” She waited for his nod before asking, “Are you

flying me to Austin?”

“I’m Dad’s wingman for the flight.” He cocked his head at her.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.”

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“Real estate business has been keeping me pretty busy. We’ve

just hit the slow season.” She felt a tinge of guilt. “Sorry I haven’t

kept in touch.”

Ken laughed. “Like I would’ve had time to do anything if

you’d called. Your dad’s business keeps us hopping. I’m lead pilot

on this plane now.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. You totally deserve it.” She smiled. “I

remember in fourth grade when you announced you were going to

be a pilot. Do you still love it?”

“More than ever. By the way, for old time’s sake, Dad’s going

to fly us down. I think your dad may have asked him to. I’ll be

his co-pilot, which leads me to my next question. Can I get you a

drink?”

Aimee considered for a moment, before she resolved one drink

would be perfect to fortify her for Skye’s reaction when she showed

up unannounced. “I’d love a glass of champagne.”

Ken moved to the galley to take care of her request. She fought

the instinct to serve herself. Her father’s strict demand for a certain

protocol meant that even his pilots were trained to serve. It was

easier not to fight it. Instead, she continued to talk to Ken as he

poured her drink as if she were merely a guest in his home.

“What’s the flight time to Austin?”

“About thirty-five minutes. What’s up with the last minute trip?

Real estate emergency?”

“An emergency, but definitely not real estate related. I don’t

think thirty-five minutes is long enough to tell the whole tale. Nicki,

Neil’s daughter, is in some trouble and I’m flying down to help sort

things out.” She nodded at the glass of champagne he offered. “Let’s

get together soon over a bunch more of these and I’ll tell you the

whole story—what I know anyway.”

“Sounds like a plan. Seriously, call me sometime. I’d love to

catch up.” He stopped at the sound of his father over the intercom.

“Looks like we’re all ready to go. Buckle up and I’ll see you shortly.”

He squeezed her arm then made his way to the cockpit.

The flight was quick, but the thirty-five minutes of relative

solitude gave Aimee the chance to question her decision to join

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Skye in Austin about a thousand times. And that was just in the first

ten minutes. Not only was she ignoring her attorney’s advice, she

was fairly certain Skye wouldn’t welcome her sudden appearance.

She leaned back in the comfortable seat and closed her eyes to ward

off the constant second-guessing. The backs of her eyelids began to

run vignettes of Skye Keaton. Skye on a motorcycle. Skye asking

her to dance with only a look. Skye touring her house. Skye hot

with anger. Skye hot with passion. She lingered on the last image,

massaged it so she was now in the scene. This time she took what

she wanted, what she sensed Skye wanted to give, without regard to

the boundary Skye had erected between them.

“Aimee, we’ll be landing in just a few minutes.”

She kept her eyes shut, willing the pictures not to fade. But

they did. Aimee looked up at Ken. His stare held concern and she

waved it away. “I must’ve been daydreaming. Are you flying right

back to Dallas?”

“Yes. Why? Do you need something?”

“No, not really. I just thought if you were hanging around, we

could grab a bite to eat later. Silly really. I have a lot to do. I’m sure

you do too.”

Ken handed her a card. “Here’s my cell. If you need any help

with Nicki, give me a call. We’ve all had our youthful challenges.

Remember that time we snuck up to Plano Senior High and dyed

their duck pond blood red?”

Aimee laughed, but she didn’t bother explaining that Nicki’s

troubles with the federal government made the criminal trespass

tickets they’d received in high school seem like chump change.

Besides, it only took a few phone calls from Daddy’s attorneys to

get them out of hot water. Nicki’s situation was likely to be much

harder to navigate.

A few minutes later, Aimee descended from the plane and

stepped into the waiting Town Car. She gave the driver the address

Skye had given her and pulled a notebook from her bag. She

tamped down the twin feelings of enthusiasm and dread she felt

at the prospect of seeing Skye in person, and jotted a few notes

about people and places she should check out while in Austin. The

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notes were sparse. She couldn’t believe how little she knew about

the everyday life events of her favorite niece. They had grown apart

quickly after she left for college. Aimee blamed herself, in part, for

substituting expensive gifts for actually showing up in town and just

hanging out. Hell, her parents were never around either. No wonder

she’d gotten herself into trouble. Once she found Nicki, things

would change.

Aimee was lost in thought and didn’t notice that the driver had

stopped the car until he cleared his throat to get her attention. “Ms.

Howard, are you sure this is the right address?”

Aimee looked out the window and wondered if Skye was

fucking with her. She considered calling her, but she didn’t want to

ruin the surprise. She told the driver. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

She walked by the glassed-in lobby and cast a glance inside. The

front desk clerk had dinner spread out on the counter. She couldn’t

tell what it was, but it looked homemade and she could smell the

garlic and other spices. She hurried past and found the room number

Skye had provided. A few loud knocks later, she determined Skye

wasn’t in. Time for Plan B. Aimee took a deep breath and charged

into the lobby.

“That darn sister of mine. I told her I would be here in time

for dinner, but she can never wait on a meal.” She hovered at the

counter, ignoring the startled look on the desk clerk’s face. “Is that

garlic I smell? It sure smells wonderful. If I weren’t a true lady, I

might just reach over and snatch that nice looking meal away from

you.” She stopped her barrage of comments and stared into his eyes.

With the most syrupy southern accent she could muster, she said, “If

I promise not to steal your supper, will you help me?”

He cheeked the bite he’d just placed in his mouth and nodded.

“She has the only key and I left my money in the room.”

He nodded again as if what she said made perfect sense. Aimee

waved a hand toward the window. “If I don’t pay that driver, I don’t

know what he’ll do.” Again, the clerk nodded. “I just need you to

let me in the room real jiffy like so I can make good on my debts, of

which your kindness will be one.” She could tell she lost him with the

last part, but fixed her face into a sad, pleading expression and waited.

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He chewed, she waited. He chewed some more. Aimee didn’t budge.

Finally, he swallowed. He glanced out the window at the waiting

Town Car, then back at Aimee who was dressed in a designer suit.

“What room?”

“One twenty-seven.”

He handed her a key. “Five minutes.”

She smiled broadly, grabbed the key, and practically skipped

out the door. She had the door to Skye’s room open in under sixty

seconds. She wedged a piece of paper in the doorjamb and returned

the key to the desk clerk with a broad smile and moments to spare.

She reached into the back of the car and grabbed her bag before

the driver could protest.

“Ms. Howard, surely you don’t intend to stay here?”

“I’ll be fine.” She glanced back at the dingy building behind

her, and then repeated the words as if saying them again could make

it so. “I’ll be fine.”

❖

Skye was cold, tired, and hungry. The kolaches from the

morning had long ceased to fuel her body, but determination to

get this job done quickly pushed her to work through meals. After

leaving the surplus store, she started checking off her list of anyone

who might know Nicki’s whereabouts.

So far, she was discouraged at her results. She’d managed to

wrangle a copy of Nicki’s class schedule out of a naïve student

working in the registrar’s office, but the instructors she went looking

for had already left for the day. She’d spoken with a couple of Nicki’s

friends, but all they could tell her was that Nicki had dropped out

of sight some time ago. None of them knew much about Nicki’s

boyfriend, except for his name, Earl Baxter.

Skye resolved she would start running through the remaining

list of Nicki’s friends first thing in the morning, but her immediate

goal was to make the call to the number Mr. Surplus had provided in

the quiet of her room and then grab a bite to eat.

“Skye, I thought you’d never get here.”

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Skye heard only the voice; the words were a jumble. She shook

her head as she tried to register the fact Aimee Howard, complete

with suitcase, was sitting on the edge of her bed.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Last I checked, I was free to travel wherever I wanted.”

Skye glared. “What are you doing in my room?”

“I’m delivering the information I mentioned in my e-mail.”

Skye was furious. She’d barely been in Austin long enough to

accomplish anything and suddenly her client appeared in her motel

room. Was Aimee here to check up on her?

“How did you get in?”

“I have my ways.”

“I bet you do. Did you show some skin to the desk clerk?” Skye

regretted the statement as soon as the words left her mouth, but she

had no intention of backing down.

“Where do you get off talking to me like that? What have I ever

done to make you think that’s the kind of woman I am?” Aimee’s

eyes burned bright with anger.

Skye bit back a sharp retort. Aimee was right. She had no right

to talk to her the way she had. She didn’t know her at all, and her

suppositions weren’t enough to merit passing judgment. Why did

Aimee’s oozing sex appeal rub her the wrong way? She didn’t have

the time or energy to process the thought. She filed it away for future

inspection. She didn’t have the time or energy to argue either. She

needed to get rid of Aimee before eight so she could call the number

on the back of the surplus store card.

“Look, you startled me. I didn’t expect to find you or anyone

else waiting in my room. Let’s start over. Did you have some

information for me?”

Aimee reached into her bag and pulled out a file. “I managed to get

Nicki’s bank records.” She opened the file and pointed within. “Check

them out. There are several rather large wire transfers initiated by my

father followed by cash withdrawals for the exact same amounts.”

Skye glanced at the records. Aside from the large deposits and

subsequent withdrawals, there was no other activity. She sighed at

the apparent dead end.

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Aimee handed her another file. “And then almost identical

deposits wired into another account.”

Skye nodded for Aimee to continue. “The other account is a

joint account, and the co-signer is listed as William P. Gale. Is this

helpful?”

Skye examined the paperwork Aimee had handed her. Gale.

The name sounded familiar. “It may be. How did you get this?”

“Cleavage. Works every time.”

Skye refused the bait. “I said I was sorry.”

“I’m trying to inject some levity here. You and I obviously got

off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry for showing up unannounced, but

I’m really worried about Nicki. I didn’t do anything nefarious to

get these records. I happen to have several large business accounts

at the same bank and I merely expressed to my personal banker

my need for assurances that my dear niece was being responsible

with her funds. He probably shouldn’t have given me her online

access codes, but I may have made some comments that led him to

believe he might lose my business if he didn’t. I need to feel like I’m

contributing something to the effort to find her. Can you understand

that?”Skye nodded. She did understand, but Aimee needed to learn

to trust the professionals she hired to get the job done. If the feds

showed up at the bank asking questions, they’d probably think

Aimee’s show of power was a poorly disguised attempt to cover her

niece’s tracks.

She’d think of a way to broach that subject after she’d had a

chance to thoroughly review the bank information. Right now, she

needed to get rid of Aimee because the clock was ticking toward

eight. “I get what you’re trying to do, but you being here is more

distracting than helpful.” Skye instantly regretted her choice of

words. She rushed to clarify. “I have all the information you provided

and I know how to use it. I’ll find Nicki if you’ll let me focus.” Not

much better, but Skye was done digging herself out of this hole. She

glanced at her watch. Seven thirty. Aimee needed to go now.

“What did you learn today?”

“Huh?”

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“Today? What did you find out?”

Skye resigned herself to giving a brief report. “Frankly, not

a lot. After I searched Nicki’s apartment, I talked to a few of the

names on the list you gave me. The friends I’ve spoken to say she

hasn’t been in class, but I got her schedule and plan to check with

her professors tomorrow. I have her boyfriend’s name, Earl Baxter,

and I’ll work on finding him tomorrow as well. I have a few more of

her friends to talk to.”

She purposely omitted her trip to the surplus store and strange

mail Nicki had received. She wasn’t sure why. Her gut told her the

strange encounter at the store would offer more of a lead into Nicki’s

whereabouts than talking to all her friends and teachers, but she

wasn’t prepared to tell Aimee since she didn’t know herself. Better

to keep this information to herself until she had something concrete

to offer. She tried to ignore the disappointed look at Aimee’s face.

“I’ll find her. I promise.”

The room was quiet. Skye watched as Aimee’s disappointment

morphed into enthusiasm. She waited with dreaded anticipation.

“I’ll help you.”

“Help me?”

“I’m here. I’ve taken a few days off from work. We can split

the list of people to talk to and knock it out faster.” Aimee looked

around the room. “We’re going to have to move you out of this

place, though. You’re bound to come down with some dreadful

disease if you spend the night here. Besides, we’ll need Internet

access. I think they barely provide electricity here. Didn’t Morgan

give you an advance?”

Aimee paused for breath and Skye jumped in, certain it might

be her only opportunity to get a word in. She needed to set things

straight before they got completely out of hand.

“You are the client and I am the investigator. We’re not working

together on this case. If you want to find Nicki yourself, more power

to you, but if you want me to find her, then we’ll do it my way. Got

it?” Aimee bristled. “You would seriously turn down my help? That

seems pretty shortsighted. I could offer a new perspective.”

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“I work cases my way. Period.”

“I’ve heard about your special ways of working cases.”

Skye stood and walked to the door. She had enough of Aimee’s

innuendos about her past. She contemplated quitting on the spot.

She could probably still beg back her job from Ernie. Hell, with

the hours she’d expended on this case already, she was temporarily

flush with cash.

The memory of Morgan’s hand on her arm when she threatened

to walk out yesterday stilled her haste. She wasn’t going to like every

client she had. As a cop, she hadn’t always liked the victims whose

wrongs she sought to vindicate. Still, she always did her damnedest

to get the job done. Was she going to let the tension between her and

Aimee get in the way of her success?

She took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’ve heard about

me, but here’s the truth. I work hard. I always have and I always

will. And I’m good at what I do. Whether you trust me or not, I will

find Nicki before the feds do. Now, I paid for this motel room, and

I’d like the courtesy of some time alone.” Skye opened the door.

She’d said all she was going to say.

❖

Aimee stood outside Skye’s room and counted to ten. Five

times. She was still angry, but was no longer gripped by a strong

desire to topple Skye’s Harley. Finally, she convinced herself to

leave and regroup. A short cab ride later, she arrived at the Four

Seasons in downtown Austin and, once in her room, she tried to

convince herself this junket to Austin wasn’t a big mistake.

She wasn’t used to leaving important things to chance. Writing

a fat check to Morgan and Parker was one thing—they were lawyers,

trained in their field. But as for finding Nicki, she still wasn’t

convinced a private investigator could do a better job than she

could. Skye’s tactless approach would probably send Nicki running

in the opposite direction if she ever got close. Aimee had to admit

she was a little intimidated when she first saw Skye as well. She was

generally attracted to lace over leather, but she couldn’t remember

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ever seeing leather look so fine. On the other hand, straight Nicki

wouldn’t be swayed by the strong feminine power. All she would

see was a thug on a motorcycle headed her way.

Aimee pulled a photo from her purse, a candid shot of Nicki

taken at a party the previous summer. Her smile was bright, her

bearing relaxed. She looked as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Nicki, what happened to you? Where are you?

Aimee placed the photo on her nightstand and vowed she

would get the answers to those questions. Soon.

❖

At seven fifty-nine, Skye dialed the number on the back of

the business card. When the clock struck eight, she pressed the talk

button on her phone.

“Good evening, thank you for calling the Institute. How may I

direct your call?”

Skye stared at her phone. The greeting was not at all what she

had expected. Maybe she dialed the wrong number. Nope, there it

was on the display, same one the man at the store had written down.

“May I help you?”

Skye looked at the back of the card again and prayed for an

inspiration. The one word he’d included with the number was White.

When he was writing on the card, she’d assumed he was writing

his own name and number, but he’d said his name was Davis. She

cleared her throat and prayed for a good guess.

“Yes, thanks. May I speak with Mr. White?”

“Mr. White isn’t in right now, but you can meet with him

tomorrow at seven p.m. Please call this number at that time for the

address.” The friendly voice clicked off the line. Skye fumbled for

a pen and paper and scrawled down the information before it faded

from her memory. She held the paper in one hand and her phone

in the other, staring at both as if some revelation would occur if

only she kept watching. No revelations, only resolve. Tomorrow at

seven, she would have answers.

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ChaPTer eleven

Aimee yawned. Seven a.m. was too early for anything.

After hitting the snooze button three times, she’d finally

convinced herself to get out of bed. Skye was probably already out

talking to people. Well, let her be the early bird.

The first thing Aimee did was order up a big breakfast to fortify

herself for the day’s events. When the omelet, toast, bacon, fruit,

and coffee arrived, she groaned. What she’d ordered up for energy

seemed more likely to send her into a food coma. She nibbled on a

point of toast and drank heavily from the coffee pot. She’d tackle the

rest after a quick shower.

Freshly showered, Aimee slid back under the covers with the

room service tray on one side and her iPad on her lap. A Google

search for Earl Baxter turned up a ton of hits. Who knew Earl was

such a common name? Who named their kid Earl, anyway? She

tapped the screen and brought up the Central Appraisal District

for Travis County. A few taps later, she learned that Earl Baxters

weren’t all that common in the property ownership database. Her

search returned only two hits. Earl and Donna Baxter owned a ranch

style home on the western edge of town, and Earl Baxter, Sr. owned

a nineteen fifties bungalow in South Austin. She saved both listings

into a file on her tablet and recorded the addresses into the maps

program. She dialed the concierge and was assured a car would be

ready for her use within the hour. Refreshed and ready to start the

day, she dug into her now cold breakfast with gusto.

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❖

Skye lamented the absence of her laptop. When she’d started

as a cop, the Internet was a sketchy proposition and search engines

were nonexistent. Back then, cops relied on their instincts to gather

information, not what some preprogrammed machine spit back

as the top ten search results. She had finally learned to accept the

assistance a computer could provide, but when it came to running

down clues, she still preferred to eyeball her sources.

It was cool outside and would be colder on her bike, so she

wore layers in anticipation of the afternoon sun. Austin morning

traffic was always heavy, but Skye deftly wove between the cars as

she made her way toward the university campus. She had a strong

hunch and was determined to catch one of Nicki’s professors before

class started so she could follow up on it.

The campus was huge, nothing like the rinky-dink community

college she’d pretended to attend. After driving around in circles,

she finally gave in and asked for directions to the building listed

on Nicki’s transcript. When she finally reached the auditorium she

was looking for, the room was filling quickly. Hundreds of students

took their seats while a tall, striking woman glanced through note

cards at the podium. Skye surmised she was Nicki’s political science

professor.

Skye was discouraged by the size of the crowd in the auditorium.

No way would Professor Latamore remember one of her students

out of a group this large. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She approached the stage.

“Professor Latamore?”

“If I tell you there’s going to be a pop quiz, it won’t be a pop

quiz,” the woman answered without looking up.

Skye chuckled. “Well, I guess I should’ve studied just in case.”

Skye’s response elicited eye contact and a grin. “You’re not one

of my students, which is a good thing since there’s a high likelihood

of a pop quiz.”

Skye gestured at the crowded auditorium. “You know everyone

in your class?”

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“Not at the beginning of the semester, but by this time of year,

yes. I think these huge class sizes are crazy, but I make it a point to

get to know something distinctive about everyone in my class.” She

cocked her head. “Is this a pop quiz about my teaching skills?”

Skye shook her head and returned her easy smile. “No, ma’am.

I have a few questions about one of your students and I was hoping

you could help me out.”

“Oh, this is a pop quiz of sorts. Which student?”

“Nicole Howard.”

Professor Latamore froze. Skye held her breath.

“Who are you?”

“A friend.”

Her stare was long and piercing. “I’ll talk to you, but not here.”

She scribbled a note and handed it to Skye. “I’ll meet you there after

class, a little over ninety minutes from now.” Professor Latamore

turned back to the podium. Skye was dismissed.

Skye resisted the urge to drag the professor away and grill her.

She sensed she was on to something—something important. The

last thing she wanted to do was wait through a ninety-minute class.

She checked her watch, then pulled up the address the professor had

given her on her phone. She had about an hour to kill. She consulted

a much folded piece of paper in her wallet and made a call to one

of Nicki’s friends who lived a few blocks from campus. Within ten

minutes, she was seated in an apartment at least three times nicer

than her own, sipping jet-black espresso from a tiny cup.

“Would you like another?”

Skye looked at her cup. It had contained one swallow, maybe

two, but she was already starting to feel the effect of the tarlike

substance. Why not have another? She had a long day ahead.

“Sure.”

While her hostess, Diane Burch, worked the levers on a fancy

black and chrome contraption, Skye pulled out a notebook and

opened to a fresh page. “When’s the last time you saw Nicki?”

“Gosh, it’s been a while. We used to hang out together all the

time until she started seeing Earl. I mean, I did see her a few weeks

ago, but just in passing. She was with Earl and they were at the

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grocery store. We didn’t really talk. They were in a hurry. They had

a cart full of stuff.”

“Like what kind of stuff?”

“Actually, they had two huge carts and they were full of cases

of bottled water, canned food, and batteries. Weird.”

“What can you tell me about Earl?”

“Not much. The guy barely spoke two words whenever I saw

him, but I didn’t see him much. Nicki was weird around him, not

herself. She used to be fun. Now she’s all serious. She talks about

politics all the time.”

“And that was unusual for her?”

“Nicki’s smart and all, but we used to have fun. She got good

grades, but she didn’t let study time spill over into fun time.”

“What’s your major?” Skye felt silly asking the clichéd

question.

“Fashion design, minor in business. I’m going to open a

boutique, sell my own designs.”

“Little risky in this economy, don’t you think?”

Diane looked at her like she’d grown an extra head. “Hello,

Highland Park? No worries about wealth there. I think rich people

make better financial decisions. That’s why they’re better equipped

to deal with a downturn in the economy at large.”

You’re fucking kidding me. Skye choked the words back, but

she wanted to choke rich little know it all, Diane Burch. Choking

wasn’t going to get her any information, and that’s what she was

here for even if she didn’t think whatever Diane had to tell her was

worth her time. She snuck a look at the time, anxious for her meeting

with the professor. Her gut told her the professor and the mysterious

Mr. White were way more likely to be good sources of information

about the trouble Nicki was in than the piece of fluff sitting across

from her. She struggled to focus and changed the subject back to

Nicki.

“What’s Nicki’s major?”

“You know, I’m not sure. She was all hot on journalism when

she started. She was going to be the next Diane Wallace, but she had

some run-in with the faculty advisor of the school paper so she quit.

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Then she started taking a bunch of classes about government and

political science. Not that it really matters. I hear she hasn’t attended

a class since mid-terms.”

“Too busy with her boyfriend?”

“Probably. I heard he was a student here, but dropped out.”

“Any idea where he lives?”

“No.” Diane dropped her voice. “He’s kinda creepy.”

“How do you mean?”

“Doesn’t talk much. Dorky clothes. You know, Unabomber.”

Skye scrunched her face to match Diane’s serious look and

nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. Do you think he was

dangerous?”

“Maybe.”

Good enough. Skye would find Earl Baxter right after her

meeting with the professor. Earl, Professor Latamore, and Mr. White

were the keys to this case. She was sure of it.

❖

Austin was a completely different place now than the town

Aimee had lived in as a student. Big box stores lined I-35 and its

offshoots and new residential developments were evidence of the

city’s wavering acquiescence to the pull of commercial progress.

Fortunately, her career in real estate meant she possessed great

navigational skills.

The Baxter house in west Austin was home to a lovely couple,

Earl and Donna, neither of whom had ever heard of Nicki Howard,

nor did they recognize the photo Aimee showed them. Aimee had

only seen Nicki’s Earl from a distance, but she was quite sure the

sixty-year-old Earl at this house was not stepping out on his wife. At

least not with Nicki.

She’d purposely chosen the west Austin residence first so she

could swing by Skye’s motel and apologize for her ambush the night

before. She pulled into the lot and glanced around, but Skye’s bike

was gone. She knocked anyway, just in case, but no one answered.

Aimee scrawled a short note, wedged it in the door, and drove away.

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The South Congress area was the last vestige of the funky

culture that made Austin unique. Colorful shops and Airstream

trailers featuring gourmet to-go food lined South Congress Avenue.

The houses were generally small, but all unique, unlike the cookie-

cutter developments on the northern edge of town. Even the humble,

unkempt Baxter home was prime real estate.

Aimee knocked on the door. She heard shuffling feet, and

eventually, the door swung open to reveal a wizened old man

wearing a tattered bathrobe and slippers.

“What the hell do you want?”

Aimee hoped a big, bright smile would squelch his foul mood.

“Mr. Baxter?”

“Who wants to know?”

“My name is Aimee, Aimee Howard.” She assessed his age and

decided to take a risk. “I know your grandson, Earl.”

He grunted and a strong odor of alcohol wafted forth. “Then

you know what a pain in the ass he is.”

“He can be a bit much, but I think that’s what attracted my

daughter to him in the first place. You know my daughter, Nicole

Howard?”

He squinted at her through Coke bottle lenses. “Blonde? Little

bitty thing?” Aimee shoved Nicki’s picture under his nose. He

jabbed at the photo. “Yeah, that’s the one. She’s a hot little thing.”

Letch. Aimee assumed an appropriately shocked expression.

She really didn’t care what the old coot had to say if he could lead

her to Nicki.

“Does Earl still live with you?”

“His stuff does. I don’t know where he’s taken off to. Good for

nothing. I let him live here so he wouldn’t have to pay for one of

those fancy dorms. He’s supposed to contribute to the household,

but I’ve yet to see a dime. If you see him, you tell him I’m going to

sell off that pile of shit he left in my den. At least then I can afford

to buy some of the things I need.”

The idea crept up her spine, slowly forming into a half-baked

plan. “When’s the last time you saw Earl?”

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“I don’t know. Maybe a few weeks. Long enough for his mail

to start piling up.”

“You know, Nicki’s been gone around that long. Think they ran

away together?”

He cackled. “Now that would be a hoot. Two unemployed

college wannabes run off to find their fortunes.”

Aimee joined his laughter. “You’re right about that. I need

to find them though. I have some very important papers for Nicki

to sign.” She rubbed her fingers together. “We have a mutual

investment, if you know what I mean.”

He nodded, and she offered up more of her tale. “It’s worth a

lot to me to be able to find her. I suspect she’s with your Earl.” She

switched to a wistful tone. “I was hoping to find her here.” Aimee

paused then pretended a light bulb blew up in her head. “I have an

idea!”“Yeah, what’s that?”

“You want to get rid of Earl’s stuff? Well, I’m sure to find

him when I find Nicki. What if I take his stuff? Maybe I’ll find

something that will lead me to Nicki. I can keep it safe and give it to

him when he turns up.” Aimee reached into her bag and pulled out

a bank envelope. “Of course, I would want to compensate you for

helping me out.” She fanned out several hundred-dollar bills while

she waited for his response. She didn’t have to wait long.

❖

Skye found a parking space directly in front of Jo’s Coffee. The

shop, located in the center of the action on the South Congress strip,

bustled with business even though it was chilly outside and there

was no indoor seating. It was eleven a.m., and Skye idly wondered

if anyone in this part of the city actually worked for a living. She

was a few minutes early and took the time to contemplate the drink

menu. Soy lattes, chai, natural cigarettes. Really?

A light squeeze on her shoulder sent her spinning around, with

her hand shoved in her jacket. She grabbed the hand that had touched

her and scowled into the startled face of Professor Latamore.

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“Shit. You scared me.” She unclenched her grip. “I’m sorry.”

The professor grimaced and shook out her hand. “Quite strong,

aren’t you?” Skye started to respond, but she interrupted. “Cop?”

For a brief second Skye considered lying. She couldn’t say

why, but she chose not to. “Used to be.”

“I dated one of you once. Challenging.”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely. Worth it in the short run. Coffee?”

Skye’s head spun at the abrupt change in topic. She resisted the

urge to ask more about the challenges of dating a cop, and responded

only to the coffee question. “Do they actually serve coffee here?”

“It’s what they’re known for. Drip? Black?”

“Perfect.”

“Grab a seat and I’ll order.”

Skye obeyed. She selected a small table at the edge of the

covered patio, farthest from the window where Professor Latamore

placed their order. The professor was an imposing woman. Skye

guessed her height at six feet. Long, dark hair was locked into a tight

French braid. She wore her classic suit carelessly, sleeves rolled

up and jacket unbuttoned, as if defying its sharp, tailored lines to

define her. Her glasses framed piercing blue eyes and perched on a

distinctive nose. Her strong bearing likely intimidated her students

into hard work. Skye wasn’t intimidated, only curious.

“Your coffee, Detective.”

“Thanks.” Skye accepted the blazing hot brew, choosing to

ignore the moniker. Her mission was to get information, not give

it. She could easily slip into casual conversation. Something about

Latamore invited confidence, but she had a job to do. “Professor—”

“Call me Dixie.”

“Well, Dixie, as I said, I need to get some information about

Nicole Howard. Can you help me?”

“Is she in trouble?”

“Yes.”

“I might’ve known. I’ll help you as much as I can.”

“Frankly, the reason for my visit this morning was to see if

Nicki has been showing up to class. When you said you’d talk to

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me, you got my hopes up that you might have information that could

help me find her. I have to say you seemed pretty shocked when I

said her name this morning. Care to clue me in?”

“You’re not the first person to ask me about Nicole in the past

week.”

“You don’t say.” Skye knew when to play it low-key. Dixie

would tell her whatever she was going to tell her in her own way.

“Two FBI agents came by my house last Friday.”

“Did they say what they wanted?”

“Not specifically. They were very cagey. Asked a lot of

questions about my class, Nicki’s attendance. They wanted to know

who she hung out with.”

“And if I were to ask the same questions?”

Dixie spread her fingers and ticked off her answers. “I teach

an advanced political science curriculum. We explore the subject of

government structure in more depth than introductory classes. Nicki

showed up for every class until three weeks ago. The only person I

ever saw her hang out with was Earl Baxter, another student in my

class.”

“I was under the impression Nicki had a lot of friends.”

“Maybe she did, maybe they weren’t in my class. Besides, Earl

was pretty possessive.”

“Was Earl as faithful about attendance as Nicki?”

“Yes. They were quite a pair. They shared interest in a particular

part of my curriculum.”

Latamore must be a great teacher. She certainly knew how to

keep her listener intrigued. “And what part of the curriculum was

that?”“I teach a section on the history and development of the militia

movement.”

Alarm bells clanged in Skye’s head. “I assume we’re not

talking about the guys with muskets defending against Redcoats

from overseas.”

Latamore laughed. “No, more like guys with money they printed

themselves and cars full of fertilizer parked outside government

buildings.”

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Skye masked her excitement. Finally, she was on to something.

“And Nicki and Earl were especially interested in this topic?”

“Especially Earl. Nicki asked a lot of questions too, but there

was something different about her interest. To her, the pursuit was

academic. To Earl, it was more prurient, if you know what I mean.”

Skye did. “I’d like to talk to him. He might have some ideas

about where to find Nicki.”

“Funny, the agents thought so too. Except I think they were

certain wherever Nicki was, Earl would be too.”

“I don’t suppose you had any ideas on that front?”

“None I shared with two uptight suits.”

Skye leaned back in her chair. The strange professor gave off

no vibes, sexual or otherwise, but Skye knew her own charm could

melt ice when she chose to turn it on. She started with a low dose,

served with a wink and a smile. “I guess your time with the cop was

well spent.”

“Sure was, if you call a constant stream of broken dates and

sleepless nights waiting to hear she made it through each raid

unscathed, well spent.” Dixie drank deeply from her coffee as if to

let her words sink in. “Actually, I prefer quiet, studious types.” She

waved her hand in the air. “No offense.”

Skye laughed. She didn’t need a hammer to the head to tell she

had just been blown off, nicely. “None taken. Back to Nicki—any

idea where she might be?”

Dixie cast subtle glances around the coffee shop. She eased out

of her chair. “Walk with me.”

Skye stood. Her own spot check of the patio revealed nothing

alarming, but for some unidentifiable reason, she trusted Latamore’s

instincts. They strolled along Congress Avenue. Dixie tucked her

arm in Skye’s and leaned in close.

“There was a raid near here a little over a week ago. A compound

full of right-wing extremists holed up with enough weaponry to

blow us all to kingdom come. Unlike other such operations, the

feds were able to take the so-called patriots down with little public

fanfare, though I doubt any bullets were spared. Word is the leader

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of the misguided bunch got away and the feds are falling all over

themselves trying to find him.”

“How do you know all this?”

“I may have given up cops, but lawyers, especially those who

work for the Justice Department, have a certain special appeal.”

“I see. What does this have to do with Nicki?”

Dixie shrugged. “Look, I really don’t know anything about

Nicki’s whereabouts. Remember I told you that I make it a habit

to learn something about each of my students to distinguish them

from the masses? Well, in Nicki’s case I learned about her affinity

for challenging the establishment and her alliance with a young man

who was committed to do more than challenge.

“Maybe the raid had nothing to do with Nicki, but I do think it’s

interesting that a particularly precocious student, who argued with

me ad nauseam about the constitutionality of most federal laws, and

who was dating the son of one of the men killed in a recent federal

raid, has fallen off the face of the earth.”

Skye jerked to a stop and pivoted directly into Dixie’s path.

“Whoa, there. Earl Baxter’s father is a member of an extreme right-

wing militia?”

“Was.”

“Do you know where this compound is?”

“Former compound. Just outside of Wimberley, I think.” She

shot a glance at the slight bulge in Skye’s jacket. “How many guns

do you have with you?”

“Excuse me?” She silently dubbed Latamore the queen of the

non sequitur.

“There won’t be anything left at the compound. The feds will

have grabbed what the escapees didn’t take, but if you’re intent on

finding the ones who got away, be prepared for a fierce and well-

armed resistance. These people weren’t playing around. They have

designs on overthrowing the government, as crazy as that may sound.

Word is they developed ties to illegal dealers who provided them with

state-of-the-art weaponry. Those ties are likely dried up now, but I

understand the authorities are concerned that they kept a cache hidden

off-site in the event of a raid and they’ll develop another source soon.”

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Skye opened her mouth to ask one of the many other questions

she had, but stopped when she heard a voice call her name.

“Skye?”

She instantly recognized the voice. Aimee Howard. Still

in Austin. Right on her tail. Skye squelched her first response.

Latamore didn’t need to see her tangle with her client. She forced a

bright smile to mask her frustration.

“Aimee. I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

“Nor I, you.” Aimee delivered a pointed look at Dixie Latamore.

“Hard at work?”

“Matter of fact, I am. Aimee Howard, meet Dixie Latamore,

one of Nicki’s professors.”

Aimee thrust out her hand. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Nicki’s

aunt, Aimee Howard.”

Dixie clasped Aimee’s hand between her own. “You’re an

alumnae—I recognize your name. You fund a scholarship for GLBT

students.”

Aimee felt her skin warm. Her grant wasn’t anonymous, but

the scholarship didn’t list her name. “And you know that because?”

“I’m the faculty liaison for the GLBT student group. I head

the committee that reviews the scholarship applications.” Dixie

squeezed Aimee’s hand and gushed, “You’re a generous woman.

Thank you for supporting our future. ”

Aimee was in full-on blush now. She moved to withdraw her

hand from Dixie’s grasp, but Dixie wasn’t yielding other than to

lightly stroke the hand she held captive.

Was Nicki’s professor flirting with her? Sure felt like it. The

advance, however subtle, screamed improper for several reasons.

Topping the list was the fact that they were there to get information

about Nicki, and the “they” included Skye, who was surely observing

this interaction with a keen detective’s eye.

Propriety be damned. Aimee took advantage of the proximity

to size up her admirer. Handsome yet bookish summed up her

impressions. Definitely not her type. As if you have a type. All the

vapid young women who’ve lived on your dime haven’t brought you

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an ounce of fulfillment. Maybe a tenured professor, steady, learned,

and stable would fill the void.

She snuck a glance at Skye. She was the antithesis to Professor

Latamore. Rough, edgy, stability in question. Windblown, sexy,

grouchy, gorgeous. Her look lingered. Aimee couldn’t help herself.

Skye was damned adorable in her heavy black boots, sleek leather

jacket, and jeans. Her layered hair spun around her head in wayward

waves, untamed. Appropriate. And damned attractive.

Skye cleared her throat. “I’m sure you ladies can talk about

scholarships later. Right now, I need to find Nicki.” She shot Dixie

a pointed look. “Is there anything else you can think of that might

be helpful?”

Dixie shook her head. “I can’t think of anything right now.”

Skye handed Dixie a card with her number on it, effectively

forcing her to let go of Aimee’s hand. “If you think of anything

else, please call me.” She walked toward her bike, determined not

to witness the budding relationship between the two women she left

behind. Two steps later, she felt a tug on her arm. She knew without

looking who was trying to catch her attention.

“Skye, wait. I’ve done some checking around. I may have a

few leads. Let me buy you lunch and we can talk.”

Skye shot a look at Dixie, who, even from a distance, was

fixated on Aimee’s every move. She couldn’t blame her. Aimee’s suit

hugged her curves in ways decidedly distracting to accomplishing

any business. In a low voice she said, “Wouldn’t you rather have

lunch with the esteemed lesbian professor?” Aimee and Professor

Latamore were perfect for each other. Well educated, worldly.

Maybe they could discuss the scholarship fund over tea. Dixie could

come to Dallas and peruse Aimee’s art collection.

Aimee tossed a smile at the professor. “Jealous?”

Skye flinched. The single word pierced. Lord knew she’d

rather have her eyes poked out than look at art, and hot tea was swill,

but she didn’t begrudge Aimee’s right to engage in those activities.

Alone.

Did that mean she was jealous? Of what? She’d been having

a great conversation with Dixie until Aimee showed up. The

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connection severed as soon as Aimee appeared, and Dixie focused

all her attention on Aimee. Skye knew the score. Dixie might not be

rich like Aimee, but she was educated, cultured, connected. Skye

could count her connections on one hand. Her culture was limited to

rock ‘n roll artists and biker magazines, and her education consisted

of on-the-job training for a career neither of these women would

ever consider pursuing. A career that was over. Jealous? No, she

wasn’t jealous at all.

Aimee grabbed her arm. “Come on, I’m craving queso and I

hate ordering a whole bowl by myself, even if I can eat it all. We

can walk to Guero’s.”

Skye looked at Aimee’s hand on her arm, and then glanced

across the patio at Dixie. She shrugged at the professor, allowed

Aimee to tug her along as she walked down Congress Avenue and

concentrated hard on ignoring the implications.

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ChaPTer Twelve

The moment they ordered, Skye launched in. “What’re the

leads you’re so anxious to share? You know, the leads you

got while ignoring my request that you let me do my job?”

Aimee ignored her in favor of the large bowl of steaming queso

the waiter delivered to their table. Skye would be pissed off when

she heard about Aimee’s trip to the Baxter house, and she wasn’t

going to let her crankiness ruin this meal. Aimee doctored the cheesy

goodness with heaps of salsa and pico de gallo, then wrapped the

concoction in a warm corn tortilla and shoved it at Skye. “Eat. It will

soothe your soul.”

Skye wrinkled her nose at the dripping mess. “My soul’s fine.”

“Eat.” Aimee dangled the mess closer. Skye took a bite before a

large glop of queso fell onto her jacket. She groaned. Aimee smiled.

“See, I told you.”

“Fine. You’re a queso connoisseur.”

“Don’t forget the corn tortillas.” She pointed toward the back

of the restaurant. “They make them fresh here.” She sighed. “I could

live here.”

“Here in Austin, or here in this restaurant?”

“Both. Seriously, couldn’t you eat this goodness every day?”

“Why don’t you? Live in Austin, I mean.”

Good question. “I don’t know. I guess because my friends and

family are in Dallas. I’m not sure geographic distance would make

any difference with my family. We’re distant enough as it is, but

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my friends? Well, I don’t think I could make it without them. We

went to college down here, but we’re all from Dallas and moved

back when we graduated. We hang out together all the time.” Like

that night at the bar when I first saw you. “They’re my real family.”

Lame answer. Aimee dove back into her food to avoid extending her

pitiful sounding response.

“You’re lucky to have a group of friends you can count on.”

Aimee didn’t miss the wistful tone in Skye’s voice. “I suppose

most of your friends were cops?” Skye pushed her chair back and

crossed her arms, her demeanor shifting from wistful to defensive.

Aimee immediately wished she could yank the words back. “Sorry.

None of my business.”

“Yeah, well, speaking of business. You hired me to do a job.

Any reason why you are running around doing it behind my back?”

“As you’re fond of pointing out, I didn’t hire you. Morgan and

Parker did. I’m not doing anything behind your back. I told you

last night I would help. Not my fault you can’t accept help.” At the

rate this conversation was going, Aimee didn’t think there was ever

going to be an appropriate moment to share the news about her find.

“I don’t need your help. I’m making progress. Before you

interrupted, I learned some valuable information from Professor

Latamore.”

Ah, an opening. “About?”

“Nicki’s boyfriend, Earl Baxter.”

“Interesting.” Aimee’s steady composure burst into a smug

grin. Skye pounced. “What the hell is so funny?”

“Nothing’s funny. I’m merely waiting to hear what you found

out about Earl so we can compare notes.” She plunged back into the

queso as Skye contemplated her statement.

Big sigh. “Okay, junior detective, tell me what you found.”

“I found out where Earl lives, or at least where he lived until

a few weeks ago.” Aimee filled in the details of her search, ending

with the story of her visit with Earl’s grandfather.

“So he’s long gone. I bet Nicki’s with him, wherever he is.”

Skye’s words were rote. Aimee could tell by her glazed expression,

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her mind was processing this new information, refocusing on new

ideas of how to find Nicki. Ideas she wouldn’t share. She contem-

plated not telling Skye the rest of the information she’d managed to

wrangle. Skye hadn’t acted the least bit impressed at her handy bit of

detective work. Why should she show hers if Skye wasn’t going to

return the favor? Because you both have the same goal.

Fine. I’ll be the bigger person. She waved a hand to get Skye’s

attention. “There’s something else.”

Skye rolled her hand, urging her to spit it out.

“My trunk is full of Earl’s stuff from his grandfather’s house.

All of it, even his laptop and”—she paused on purpose to convey the

importance of the information she was about to share—“his diary.”

❖

Skye sped along I-35. She’d practically jumped out of her chair

at the restaurant when Aimee announced her find. Aimee insisted

they eat the lunch they’d ordered, but Skye downed a few measly

bites then tapped her foot impatiently until Aimee finally gave in

and agreed to meet at her motel.

Aimee pulled in seconds after she reached her door. Skye was

impressed since she’d broken at least half a dozen traffic laws on the

drive across town.

Aimee spoke first. “My hotel would’ve been closer. I’m staying

at the Four Seasons.”

“You really want to haul Earl Baxter’s possessions through the

lobby of a four-star hotel?”

“Fair enough.” Aimee inclined her head at the door. “Are you

going to invite me in?”

Skye’s plan was half-baked. She wanted to look at the stuff

Aimee had, but she wanted to do it alone. She hadn’t had time to

process the strange feelings she’d experienced while she watched

the interplay between Aimee and Professor Latamore. The pangs

of jealousy still rankled, and close proximity wasn’t the right

environment to sort them out. There was also the matter of the stack

of Nicki’s mail and the box of silencer parts she’d left spread on

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her bed—more information she’d prefer to keep to herself. Aimee’s

persistent personality killed her plans to work alone, at least for now.

“Sure, come on in.”

Skye inserted the key in the lock and turned. Something was

off. A tug on the door confirmed her suspicion. She’d just locked her

door, which meant someone had been in her room. Someone who

hadn’t bothered to lock up when they left.

“What’s wrong?”

Skye masked the concern churning a hole in her gut and turned

to Aimee. “Nothing. Looks like my key isn’t working. Why don’t

you wait in the car while I check with the front desk.”

“But that’s a regular key, not one of those electronic cards. Did

it work when you left this morning?”

“Aimee, please, will you just wait in the car? Trust me.” She

watched Aimee’s internal struggle play out on her face, first a shake

of her head, then a tight grimace of consent before she finally stalked

to her car and slipped behind the wheel.

Skye stood in place for a few seconds to make sure Aimee

wasn’t inclined to follow, then she made her way to the motel office.

The same man who checked her in was back behind the desk. Skye

forced a smile.

“Hi, I’m in room one twenty-seven. What’s your name?”

“I remember you.” He smiled brightly. “My name is Farhad.

Can I help you?”

“Maybe. I was supposed to have some visitors, but I’ve been

out all day. I’m worried they stopped by when I was out and I missed

them. Did anyone stop by to see me?”

Farhad morphed from confident to anxious. “I haven’t been

here all day. Perhaps your friends came before my shift started. If

they show up again, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“I didn’t say they were my friends.”

“My apologies. I assumed. Anyway, thanks for stopping by.”

Skye placed both hands on the counter and leaned in. “So they

did come by, but they said they would be back?”

Skye knew Farhad was lying, but she wasn’t sure about what.

What she did know was that someone had been in her room. The Do

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Not Disturb sign still hanging from the doorknob made it unlikely

her visitor had been the housekeeping staff. She’d worked enough

cases in hotels to know what a relief the DND sign was to underpaid

maids. At first she was willing to consider her overly cautious

instincts were on hyperdrive, but Farhad’s cageyness signaled her

concern was well placed. His nervous, rambling answer confirmed

her suspicions.

“I don’t know if they’ll be back. I mean, I don’t know if they

were here. Were they two middle-aged men in dark suits?”

Now she knew for sure who’d been in her room. Chances were

good they’d threatened Farhad not to warn her they’d been here,

probably even flashed some guns to make their point. Leave it to

the subtle feds to show up at a dive motel wearing suits. She needn’t

have worried about sharing Nicki’s mail with Aimee. No doubt her

visitors had carted it away. Thanks, gentlemen, happy to help with

your investigation.

Skye stalked back to Aimee’s car and spoke to her through the

open window. “Change of plans. We’re going to your hotel. I’ll meet

you in the lobby and we’ll unload your car together.”

“But I thought you said—”

“Changed my mind. I’ll be there in a few.” She tapped the roof

of Aimee’s car. “Go on.” She immediately turned away to brook any

argument. The feds were probably long gone, but no way would

she expose Aimee to the flashback of her own house being tossed

by government agents. When she heard Aimee’s car pull away, she

counted to ten before unlocking the door to her room.

Skye would’ve known she’d had visitors even if Nicki’s mail

wasn’t conspicuously absent. Her zipped tight duffle bag had been

wide open when she left that morning and she knew she’d left her

towel on the floor, not neatly hung over the shower curtain. Skye

shoved her scattered belongings into her duffle while she sorted out

her strategy. If the feds were following her, then they were probably

following Aimee as well. They may have followed her all morning

and were waiting at the Four Seasons, ready to take the contents of

Aimee’s trunk off her hands.

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Skye scrolled through the e-mails on her phone until she found

the one from Aimee that had irritated her the day before. She dialed

Aimee’s cell and waited impatiently through the rings.

“Aimee, Skye here. Another change of plans. Don’t go back to

your hotel.” In a calm voice, she explained her belief the feds were

following one or both of them.

“Are you sure? Could they be following me now? Should I take

evasive action?”

Skye coughed to shield a laugh as she imagined Aimee

sneaking furtive glances over her shoulder and making erratic lane

changes. “No, no. Don’t do anything out of the ordinary in case

they’re watching. We need a different plan, though. They could be

waiting at your hotel.” She paused and considered what she was

about to ask before deciding she didn’t have much choice. If she

wanted Aimee to trust her, she had to show a little trust herself. “I

need a place where I can go through what you found in private. You

know this city better than I do. Any suggestions?”

Aimee’s response was quick and sure. “Absolutely. Meet me at

the 7-Eleven on the corner and I’ll take you there.”

❖

Aimee drove along back streets at Skye’s suggestion. She

fought to remain calm, but pumping adrenaline and Skye’s urgently

spoken traffic directions through her cell had her feeling like she

was about to burst through her skin.

“You’re doing great. Keep changing lanes every hundred feet

or so, but remember to signal. Make all the left turns you can. Don’t

worry if it takes us a little longer to get there. I’ll be right behind

you, even if you don’t see me.”

Aimee bit back an “I know how to drive” retort. “Okay.”

“I’m going to hang up so we can both concentrate. Call me

back if you see anything unusual. As soon as we get there, let’s call

Parker and update her on what we’ve learned so far.”

The “we” was a nice touch. Skye probably didn’t even realize

she’d used the word. Right now Aimee cared more about the “we”

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arriving safely at their destination than teasing Skye about their

teamwork. For a brief moment, she allowed her mind to wander

past their professional pursuits, into a more personal “we.” Until the

encounter with Dixie Latamore, she’d begun to wonder if the desire

Skye had telegraphed at the bar weeks ago had been a figment of her

imagination. Had Skye forgotten the surge of attraction or had she

only shelved it? The other possibility, that she might have imagined

the chemistry between them, was too much for Aimee to process.

Twenty nerve-wracking minutes later, Aimee pulled up in front of a

three-story brick home on the edge of campus. She waited in the car

until Skye pulled alongside.

Skye shut off the engine and removed her helmet, but remained

astride her bike. “What’s this place?”

“A house where men in suits aren’t allowed entry.” Aimee

pointed at the Greek letters over the front door. Alpha Alpha Beta.

“I’m a legacy. Welcome anytime.”

Skye’s furrowed brow told Aimee she had no idea what a

legacy was. “I was a member of this sorority, as was my mother

and her mother and so on. You get the idea. Anyway, this girls-only

house is the safest place I know, for now anyway.”

“Okay, fine. If this is the best you can do. I’d prefer we weren’t

parked right out front.”

Just can’t please this woman. But I’d like to try. Aimee shrugged

away the distracting thoughts and pointed to the side of the house.

“There’s a drive there and a parking lot in the back. I’ll meet you

there.”

“Fine.” Skye replaced her helmet and sped around back,

apparently satisfied Aimee knew how to drive on her own now. As

Aimee parked her car, she watched Skye standing near her bike,

engaged in an impromptu grooming session. She adjusted the collar

of her shirt, then she used a piece of cloth to wipe road dust from her

heavy black boots. Skye’s last task was her hair, and her frustration

was palpable. She stared at the tiny mirror on the handlebars of her

bike and raked both hands through her static filled mane. Aimee

almost called out to her, to say it would be criminal to try and tame

those wild and sexy layers of golden beauty, but she knew the

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compliment would be overshadowed by Skye’s embarrassment at

having been caught primping. Instead, Aimee cast her gaze in the

opposite direction and made a noisy show of emerging from her car.

By the time she turned around, Skye was at her door.

“You look great.” Dammit. Aimee bit her tongue before she

could say anything else. The words had just tumbled out.

Skye looked down. “Yeah, well, I didn’t know where we were

going or I would’ve changed.”

“Honey, it’s a college sorority house. Any girls in the house

this time of day are likely to be wearing pajamas and watching soap

operas.” Aimee pointed to the trunk. “If you help me, we should be

able to carry this stuff in one trip, but let’s tell them we’re here first.”

She grabbed Skye’s arm. “Come on.”

Skye couldn’t verbalize the source of her nerves, but she

couldn’t ignore them either. She stalled. “A sorority house, really?”

“Sure, it’s the perfect place.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to haul this stuff inside in front

of a bunch of college students?”

“Like I said, anyone on the premises this time of day isn’t going

to be paying attention to anything except the television or getting

their nap on.” Aimee looked around. “Not to be the cautious one or

anything, but shouldn’t we get inside in case we didn’t completely

lose our tail?”

“Tail?” Skye laughed at Aimee’s attempt at cop speak. “We

weren’t followed. Now that I’m looking for them, they don’t have

a chance.”

“Spoken like a true badass.” Aimee’s tone was affectionate, and

Skye’s confidence shot up a few notches. So what if she hadn’t gone to

college, and hadn’t—God forbid—pledged a sorority. She possessed

more useful skills than these pampered rich girls would ever learn in

their cushy classrooms. She let Aimee lead her into the house.

Aimee was a popular presence. Several of the seniors knew her

on sight and volunteered to help bring in the stuff from her trunk.

Skye bit back a protest. As much as she might resent these young

women, she didn’t want to involve them in something illegal. Aimee

had assured her she had come by Earl’s belongings honestly, or at

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least with honestly earned cash, but Skye couldn’t help but think

what they were doing could be construed as obstruction of justice

by some eager prosecutor.

Since when did you become concerned about breaking the

rules? It was one thing to skirt the line of legality when her fate was

the only one at stake, but she felt oddly protective of the innocent

strangers in this house. And Aimee too.

While she stood around contemplating, Aimee and the girls

carried several loads from Aimee’s car into the house.

“Here you go, Ms. Howard. No one’s using this room. You

should have plenty of privacy.”

Aimee thanked the girl and cautioned her to keep the fact that

they were in the house private as well.

“They seem to like you,” Skye observed after the girl left them

alone.

“I’m one of the more active alumni. As stifling as sorority

life can be with its rules and rituals, I had an instant family once I

pledged. This is a huge campus and it can be pretty overwhelming,

but this house and the people in it helped me navigate my way

through my first two years of school.”

“And then what happened?”

Aimee smiled. “And then I finally came across the great group

of lesbian friends I was looking for. We’re still friends. They were

at the bar with me that night…” Her voice trailed off and silence

wedged into the space between them.

Skye waited for a respectful few seconds, then asked, “But you

didn’t break ties with the sorority?”

Aimee looked surprised. “Once an Alpha, always an Alpha.

True, I got a mixed bag of reactions from my sisters when they found

out they’d been living in the midst of a woman-lover, but I suspect

I wasn’t the only one. I stayed active, but I moved out of the house.

Besides, I needed a private place to bring home all my dates.”

Her last comment was delivered with a smile, but Skye

recognized the hurt behind the jest. Skye had always been part of a

tight-knit group too, relying on the security of the police fraternity to

provide security, friendship, and acceptance. But she’d been careful

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not to let her personal and professional life merge. Most of the time,

anyway. “They didn’t try to kick you out of the sorority when they

found out you were a lesbian?”

“Honey, when you have as much money as the Howards do,

you don’t get kicked out of anywhere.” Aimee’s response was

delivered with a piercing bite that deterred Skye from further

questions on the subject, but she did bask in the warm sensation of

being called honey for the second time in the last hour. She didn’t

pretend to understand the feeling, but she nuzzled against it like a

warm blanket. Across the room, Aimee’s eager digging through the

detritus of Earl Baxter’s existence signaled she was past indulging

in personal revelations.

Skye shook off warm and fuzzy, strode over to the bed, and

placed her hand in the middle of the pile. “Hold it, there, junior P.I.”

“What?”

“I think we should check in with Parker and Morgan before we

go through this stuff.”

“You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

Aimee crossed her arms and scrunched her brow. “I don’t get it.

I bought this stuff from Earl’s grandfather, fair and square. Besides,

you’re not…” She paused as if struggling for words. “It’s not like

you…Never mind. Do whatever you think is best.”

Go ahead, say it. You’re not a cop anymore and, even if you

were, you never cared about the rules. Aimee’s unspoken words

punched Skye in the gut. Why would Aimee believe any differently?

She’d broken into Nicki’s apartment, lied to get her mail. Skye

didn’t regret what she’d done and she’d happily lie to cover, but

Earl’s possessions, well, that was Aimee’s deed, and while it may

have been stupid, Skye wasn’t about to let her face charges for a

brilliant, though careless, move. Skye dialed Parker’s number.

“It’s Skye. I have Aimee here and we’re on speaker. Are you

in the office?”

“Are you still in Austin? Aimee what’re you doing there?”

Aimee piped in, “Just a little impromptu trip. I thought I might

be able to help Skye make contact with some of Nicki’s friends.”

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Skye cut in. “We need to talk.”

“Should I get Morgan on the line too?”

“Probably not a bad idea.”

“Hang on.”

Skye used the moments spent waiting to caution Aimee. “Let

me do the talking. Okay?”

Aimee opened her mouth, but shut it without a word and merely

nodded her head.

“Skye, Morgan’s here,” Parker said. “We have you on speaker

too.” Skye launched in. “Here’s the deal. We found out where Nicki’s

boyfriend lives. He’s been missing for several weeks, same as Nicki.

His grandfather isn’t real fond of his namesake grandson, and told

us he planned to toss all of Earl Junior’s things in the garbage. We

saved him the trouble and paid him to let us do the tossing instead.

We haven’t gone through anything yet, but we have it in a safe

place.” Skye looked around the girly bedroom, her gaze falling to

the pile of Earl’s crap resting on the lacey bedspread. Safe place—

definitely a relative term.

Morgan chimed in. “I get where you’re going. Certainly, Earl

Junior could come back and say no one had the right to sell you the

stuff, but his beef’s with his grandfather, not with you. Parker, what

do you think?”

“A prosecutor could always make the argument you’re

obstructing, but since we don’t know what the investigation’s about,

it’s kind of hard to obstruct it.”

Skye debated whether now was the time to share what she’d

learned from Professor Latamore. The raid on the militia compound

was certainly public knowledge by now. If Morgan and Parker

knew about it, they might be able to use that knowledge to get the

prosecutor to give up some other details about the charges against

Nicki. But the sight of Aimee, hovering over her shoulder, sealed her

lips. Skye could see it now—Aimee rolling up on the bullet-riddled

compound to poke around for clues. No, she’d call Parker back later

when she could speak freely. There was one thing she did need to let

them know, and she hoped by divulging it, she could enlist Morgan

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and Parker’s aid in her immediate goal—to work alone. She cleared

her throat. “There’s another thing.”

Silence, then expectant dread in Morgan’s tone. “What?”

“We’re being followed. Pretty sure it’s the feds.” She sketched

out the details of her motel room being tossed. Because Aimee was

listening in, she left out the specifics about what had been taken

from her room. She wasn’t sure if she would have told even if Aimee

weren’t present. She wasn’t in the habit of sharing leads before she

fleshed them out. “I think they’ve been following Aimee for a while.

They may have had her house staked out in Dallas.”

“Was Aimee with you at Earl’s place?”

Aimee opened her mouth to answer, and Skye placed a finger

over her lips. “Yes. They also searched my motel room, but I’m

certain we lost them after that.”

“What’s the plan now?” Parker asked.

“I have a few ideas.” Skye willed Parker not to ask for specifics.

Tonight’s meeting with Mr. White was a solid bet, especially after

Latamore’s revelation, but she sensed Parker and Morgan would nix

a true undercover operation, not that that’s what she had in mind. She

just needed to get in the door tonight. If she could, she was certain

she would find the key to why Nicki had disappeared and where she

could be found. Losing Aimee would make it easier, and she took

advantage of Morgan and Parker’s presence to make it happen.

“It’ll be easier for me to stay under the feds’ radar if I’m

working alone.” She ignored the hard glare from across the room.

Morgan spoke first. “Aimee, why don’t you come back to

Dallas? I can try again to get a meeting with the prosecutor and we

can discuss our next steps.”

Aimee sensed a rat. Skye paced the room, obviously anxious

to finish this conversation and move forward with her plans. Secret

plans. Plans that didn’t involve her. Bullshit. If it weren’t for her,

Skye wouldn’t have a bed covered in potential leads. She offered

Skye a sweet smile and answered Morgan in her best syrupy southern

voice. “Oh, I’m sure you’re doing everything you can up there. If

the prosecutor will meet with you, that’s great, but you don’t need

me, do you? Since I’m down here, I think I’ll visit with some old

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friends and catch up on college memories. Don’t worry about me.

Y’all do what you think is best to find Nicki and just give me a ring

when you’ve located her. All right?”

“Uh, sure. Will do,” Morgan responded. “Skye, you need

anything else from us right now?”

“No. I’m good. I’ll be in touch as soon as I have a good lead.”

Skye clicked off the line and strode over to Aimee. “What’s

with the helpless female routine? You’ve done nothing but try to

control how I do my work from day one.”

“Is there some reason you feel the need to take all the credit?”

“All the credit or all the blame? Do you even understand the

difference?”

“I don’t get it.”

“You will if a herd of federal agents show up at your door again,

this time with a warrant to arrest you. I was trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need your protection.”

“That’s what you think,” Skye muttered.

Aimee ignored the whispered editorial and changed the subject.

“It’s pretty clear you’re holding something back. Care to share?”

“Actually, I think we’re done sharing. Time for you to stop

playing detective and go home to your sheltered Highland Park life.

You might get your hands dirty.”

Skye’s bravado tipped her off. Aimee spent her life negotiating

and she knew a bluff when she saw one. “You do know something.”

She scrutinized Skye’s face for a clue. Nothing. Where had Skye

spent her day before they ran into each other at Jo’s? Suddenly,

she knew, not what, but who. “Wait a minute—what did Professor

Latamore tell you about Nicki? By the time I saw you, you and she

made your way through coffee and the conversation to go with it. I

don’t imagine you’re big on small talk. What did she tell you?”

“How about this, we go through this stuff together”—Skye

gestured toward the bed—“and then you go home, and I’ll report

in. Daily even.”

“Oh, aren’t you generous? I bought this stuff. If you want to go

through it, we’ll do so on my terms.”

“And what are those?”

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“Tell me what Latamore told you.”

Skye contemplated her options, which didn’t take long. If she

weren’t working for her, Aimee’s stubbornness would be attractive.

Skye had to admit Aimee had more layers than she suspected. The

moment of their initial connection in the bar, she hadn’t cared

beyond the bolt of magnetic physical attraction that hovered on the

surface. Now, after a few interactions, she knew the layers beneath—

intelligence and resourcefulness—were powerfully attractive in

their own right, even if they had the potential to get under her skin.

She could use Aimee’s insights, as long as she could guard against

the pull of attraction that threatened to distract her from her mission.

Find Nicki. The goal was simple, but the process had turned out to

be more complicated than any of them had thought. Another head

might bring some good ideas to the mix. Besides, she wouldn’t

put it past Aimee to pay a visit to Professor Latamore herself. The

idea of Dixie Latamore fawning over Aimee left Skye restless. She

settled her emotions by resolving to share a few choice pieces of the

information she’d learned. She chose her words carefully.

“Latamore believes Nicki’s disappearance might be associated

with a federal raid on a compound near Wimberley.” She braced

herself for the onslaught of questions, and she wasn’t disappointed.

“Federal raid? Was Nicki on the compound? What kind of

compound? Was it one of those wacky cults, like Waco? Or FLDS,

like on Big Love? How does Latamore know about this?”

Skye held up a hand. “Stop.” She cast about for a censored

version of her theory, then listened with dismay as all the details she

knew tumbled from her mouth.

“Nicki’s boyfriend Earl? He’s the son of a member of the

Coalition of Patriot Sectarians, the Texas branch anyway. Apparently,

Earl and Nicki took a special interest in the rights and culture of

extreme right-wing militia groups.” She took a deep breath. Aimee

leaned forward, waiting expectantly while Skye considered whether

she should continue. “Latamore said Nicki stopped coming to her

class several weeks ago. Prior to that, she’d never missed.”

“Earl’s grandfather said he hasn’t seen him in about three

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“Chances are good they’re together.”

“Do you think they were involved with this group, what are

they called?”

“Coalition of Patriot Sectarians. They call it C.O.P.S. And, yes,

it sounds like they are involved.”

“What do we do now?”

Skye ignored the “we.” There was no “we.” She had plenty

of ideas about what to do on her own: finish searching through

Earl’s belongings, meet Mr. White, take a trip to Wimberley, and

research everything she could find on the Coalition. While she

thumbed through her mental to-do list, Aimee waited with an eager

expression on her face. Nicki was her family and she wanted her to

be safe. Would Skye trust someone else to do the job if one of her

brothers was in trouble?

Not the same. She was qualified to find lost souls. Aimee was

not. She’d done pretty well so far. Skye weighed the pros and cons,

but she couldn’t rule out a basic fact. Aimee was motivated, and she

wasn’t likely to stop looking for Nicki, no matter what Skye said.

The last thing Skye needed was a half-cocked amateur scaring off

witnesses. The only way she could avoid that was to manage the

amateur herself.

“Where are you staying?”

“Four Seasons.”

“Not anymore. Get a couple of the girls you trust to drive your

car back to the hotel, while we go through this stuff. What’s in your

room?”

“I packed light. I have a few things with me, like my iPad.

The only thing in my room is a small suitcase, some clothes, and

toiletries.”

Skye surveyed Aimee’s suit and heels. “Are the clothes in your

room like the ones you have on?” Aimee nodded. “Leave them. We

have to go shopping later for a few things anyway. You’re going to

need a helmet.” She tried to ignore Aimee’s wide grin. “Now help

me go through Earl’s things.”

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Aimee surveyed the items Earl Junior had left behind. It

was a strange mixture of stuff. In addition to the laptop

and the diary, they found a collection of empty Skoal cans, several

books about guns, and a heap of dirty laundry. Aimee tossed the

latter items on the floor and leafed through his diary while Skye

fired up his laptop.

“You think he would have taken his computer,” Aimee said.

Skye shook her head. “Not if he planned to come back. Same

thing at Nicki’s place. The feds got her laptop, which means she

left it behind along with a full set of luggage and a closet full of

clothes. I get the impression these kids left town in a hurry. Anything

interesting in that diary?”

“Hard to tell. Lots of blathering about the injustices of the

federal government. There’s a string of numbers on every other

page, but I can’t find a connection. You may be able to make sense

of it.” She set the book aside. “Any ideas about where they went?”

“A few.”

Aimee watched Skye’s face, her expression displayed her

struggle about whether to say more. She knew it had to be hard for

Skye to include her in the investigation, and she had no idea what

sparked Skye’s sudden reversal on the subject. She resolved not to

push, at least not too much. For now.

Her patience paid off. Skye waved her over. “Did you say you

have an iPad?”

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“Yes.”

“So you know your way around a Mac?” Aimee nodded and

Skye rotated the laptop toward her. “Can you check the Internet

search history? Let’s see what Earl Junior’s been looking into on

his laptop.”

“Police department still stuck on PCs?”

“It’s kind of amazing we even have computers, considering our

budget is always the first to be cut. I mean…” Skye’s voice trailed

off and Aimee immediately recognized she’d referred to the job as

if she was still employed there. Was this the right time to venture a

question about why she no longer did? Skye’s stone face was a clear

answer. Aimee changed the subject.

“Why do you think the feds didn’t search Earl’s house?”

“Maybe they don’t know about him. Well, no, that’s not right. I

got the impression from Latamore, the feds were asking about both

Nicki and Earl when they came to visit her.” She shot up in her

chair. “Wait, I remember seeing some men’s toiletries when I was at

Nicki’s. Maybe he was living with her, or at least the feds assumed

he was.”

Aimee nodded, more focused on her search of the laptop than

Skye’s theories. “Lots of searches here for ‘patriot’ sites, most of

them featuring guys in camouflage toting automatic weapons. Look,

here’s a site that tells you how to make a silencer.”

“Hey, let me see that.” Skye reached around her and leaned in.

As Skye scanned the page, Aimee focused on controlling the arousal

she felt. Skye obviously felt nothing, her attention entirely focused

on the computer screen.

“Can you really make a silencer out of all that stuff? Why

would you want to? Can’t you just buy one?”

Skye rolled her eyes. “Yes, you can make a silencer out of all

this stuff. No, you can’t just buy one unless you have a connection

to the black market. To make a legal purchase, you have to get a

permit, which requires a pretty rigorous federal background check.”

Aimee resisted the urge to whip her concealed handgun license

out of her handbag to show Skye she knew a thing or two about

background checks. She didn’t appreciate Skye’s condescending

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tone, but they were finally getting along and she didn’t want to ruin

it. “Why do you think he was interested in this stuff?”

“I don’t know, but Nicki got a package in the mail with all the

ingredients to cook up a silencer.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me? Where is it?”

Skye shot her an annoyed look, opened her mouth to answer,

and then closed it. A slow smile crept across her face. “Do you

always ask questions in threes?”

Not the response Aimee expected. “What?”

“Never mind. There was a package in Nicki’s mail, no return

address, postmark Wyoming. It contained all these parts.” She

pointed at the screen. “The feds must have taken it along with the

rest of her mail when they searched my motel room. I didn’t tell you

before because I was hired to work this case on my own.”

“Why are you telling me now?”

“Because I’ve learned if I don’t include you, you’re going to

include yourself. Seems like it will be a lot easier to keep you out of

trouble if we work together.”

Skye turned back to the computer and scrolled through the

Internet history Aimee had located. Aimee resisted the urge to

punch her for her impudence. For now, she would be content just to

be included, but she silently vowed to gain Skye’s respect, among

other things.

❖

Skye clicked through the saved websites, most of them

extremist craziness. Lots of chatter about the overreach of the federal

government and musings about why the Internal Revenue Service

was an illegal government enterprise. The scariest sites discussed the

need to stockpile provisions and arms in preparation for the ultimate

war—the uprising of the people against the treachery of the socialist

government of the United States of America. Skye envisioned a

bunch of slack-jawed, tobacco-chewing hillbillies dressed out in

still creased camo, toting automatic weapons, extra ammo spilling

from their pockets.

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“Why would Nicki be hanging out with these people? Was she

really that messed up?”

Aimee shrugged. “Haven’t a clue. She had everything she could

ever want. She didn’t work, so she didn’t pay taxes, and I can’t

imagine she was subjected to any of the other so-called treacheries

these whack-jobs are spouting off about.”

Skye started to pose another question, but was interrupted by

her ringing phone.

“Keaton.”

“Skye? Is that you?”

She instantly recognized the low tones of Professor Dixie

Latamore. “Yes, it’s me. Professor Latamore?”

“Please call me Dixie.”

“Okay, Dixie. What can I do for you?” Skye shot a look at Aimee

who had given up pretending not to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Actually, do you mind if I put you on speaker? Nicki’s aunt Aimee

is here with me.”

“Oh no, not at all. Hello, Aimee, how nice to be able to speak

to you again.”

Skye wished she hadn’t shared the call. Aimee and the professor

could gush all they wanted. Later. Right now, Skye needed them to

focus. “Professor, did you think of something else that might be

helpful?”

“It’s Dixie, and I did think of something, though I’m not sure

how helpful it is. One of the journalism professors is a good friend

of mine, and he was in my office when the feds stopped by. Later,

he mentioned he and Nicki had a nasty fight at the beginning of the

semester, which resulted in her quitting the university paper.”

“Any idea what the fight was about?”

“You can get the full story from him, but the gist of it was Nicki

didn’t think her assignments were meaty enough. Not sure it will

amount to anything, but I took the liberty of calling him to let him

know you may want to talk. His name is Mike Drees.” Dixie rattled

off a number. Skye thanked her for the call and hung up.

Aimee protested. “Hey, I wanted to ask her something else.”

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Like what she prefers for dinner? Skye started punching

numbers in her phone. “I need to make this call.”

Aimee reached out and placed her hand over the keypad. Skye

stopped dialing, but she shot Aimee an angry look to let her know

she wasn’t happy about it.

“Why don’t you like her?”

“Huh?” Skye was genuinely puzzled.

“Dixie. Professor Latamore. You get all snarfy around her.”

“She and I got along just fine.” Until you came along. Skye’s

silent thought wasn’t lost on Aimee.

“I heard a ‘but.’ Care to share?”

“Oh please. She practically slobbered all over you. If you’re

interested in picking up women, then go on and do it. I’ve got work

to do.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Aimee shut the laptop and glanced at her

watch. “Come on. We’ve got work to do. Call Drees and tell him we

need to meet with him. Now, what were you saying earlier about a

helmet?”

❖

Aimee clutched Skye’s waist and thanked the universe she was

wearing pants. Skye had insisted she wear her helmet for now. It felt

strange on her head and she spent most of the ride trying to figure

out how to see out of it. As much as she wanted to concentrate on

the feel of Skye against her, the fear of falling off, coupled with the

dread of what she’d look like when they reached her destination,

robbed her of the pleasure.

Skye, on the other hand, was fearless and dashing. Her blond

waves were tightly confined under a red do-rag, and her sleek body

hugged the bike like a second skin. When they arrived at their

destination, Skye would simply shake out her tousled hair and be

ready to go about her business. Aimee would have helmet hair

and a crumpled suit. Maybe that look would suffice for a meeting

with a journalism professor, but their next stop would be a mall, no

question about it.

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Drees’s office was in the newspaper office. Students moved

quickly through the room as if to simulate the real life hustle of a

big city newsroom. The university paper was actually the next best

thing. With a circulation of over fifty thousand, and the locale of

the capital city in the second largest state in the country, there was

no shortage of big headline breaking news to share with an active

readership. Aimee recalled Nicki’s descriptions of the newsroom,

the paper, and her aspirations of becoming a big name journalist.

When had those dreams died and why hadn’t Nicki shared any of

that with her? She hoped Drees would have some answers.

Skye paused outside his door.

“What?”

“Let’s talk about how to play this.”

“What? Oh, wait, I get it. Bad cop, good cop? You can be

whichever one you want.”

Skye’s scowl caused her to regret the cop reference and promise

to behave. “Sorry. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“I have a healthy distrust of the press. Follow my lead and

don’t bring up anything I don’t specifically mention. Deal?”

“Deal.” Aimee meant it. Besides, she wasn’t interested in

drawing attention to herself since she was certain she looked like

she’d been dragged behind a car for a few blocks. A quick stop in

the restroom to fluff out her hair and smooth her clothes hadn’t done

much for her self-confidence. She nodded at the door and Skye gave

it a few solid knocks.

“Come in.”

Mike Drees looked more like a harried city desk editor than a

college professor. The tufts of hair that lined his bald scalp jutted

out at odd angles, and his sweater vest was marked with a couple of

sizeable coffee stains. His desk was covered with messy stacks of

paper, and Post-it Notes waved from every page. He was apparently

immersed in the particular stack in front of him because he didn’t

look up until Skye cleared her throat.

“Yes?” The word and his glance were directed at Aimee, but she

kept her promise and didn’t speak. He was probably only focused on

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her because of her own bedraggled appearance, which she itched to

explain. Skye stepped in quickly and saved her from herself.

“Professor Drees?” At his nod, she continued. “I’m Skye

Keaton.”

“Oh, yes. You’re here about Nicole Howard. Dixie Latamore

mentioned you might be in touch.”

Skye introduced Aimee and eased in to the reason they were

there. “Professor Latamore mentioned Nicki used to be in your class

and on the newspaper staff. It seems she kind of fell off the face of

the earth a few weeks ago. We’re talking to everyone who knew her

as part of our search. Any ideas on where she might be?”

“I guess Dixie didn’t tell you Nicole quit the paper and dropped

my class at the beginning of the semester.”

Aimee opened her mouth to correct him, but shut it abruptly

when Skye subtly reached over and gripped her arm in a death vise.

Aimee bit back a yelp, but delivered a menacing scowl in Skye’s

direction, which she shrugged away.

“Wow, Nicki quit?” Skye asked. “I thought she loved

journalism.”

“Oh, she loved it all right, but she wasn’t willing to work her

way up. I was surprised since she took my intro class last semester.

I’m sure I made myself clear about what was expected.”

“What do you mean?”

“She wanted to jump right into bylines and undercover

exposés.” He chuckled. “I know this may surprise you, but a lot

of the material we print is not Pulitzer worthy. Most of our staffers

work their way up by writing a combination of fluff pieces and

straight reporting on daily news. I hate to admit it, but even what we

might consider cutting edge journalism wouldn’t merit more than

a few column inches in the Austin Statesman or any other big city

paper. Nicki and I had a bit of a row about her position on the paper

and she quit. I was sad to see her go, but I have a few hundred

students. If I’m not consistent with them, then I’ll have chaos.”

“Understood.” Skye paused while she calculated a timeline in

her head. “Was this fallout right at the beginning of the semester or

a few weeks in?”

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Professor Drees reached for his keyboard and began typing. “I

can look up her exact drop date. Here it is. September ninth, right

after Labor Day. Semester was still pretty young. I can’t imagine

what got her in such a lather just days into the class.”

Skye couldn’t either. At least not now, but she felt the familiar

itch of a clue begin to fester. She wanted to get back to Earl’s laptop.

She had one last question. “Do you know if Nicki had any specific

story ideas in mind?”

“She did pitch some ideas my way. I don’t recall what most of

them were, but I remember they weren’t school paper material for

the most part.” He started clicking keys again. “I actually have them

here if you’d like a copy.”

Golden. Skye smiled. “We’d love a copy.”

As they walked back to the parking lot, Skye leafed through

the papers Drees had printed off. Each one consisted of a paragraph

summary of a story idea. While they were inside, the sunny day had

turned cold and a rising wind whipped the edges of her papers.

“We need to find a place to go through these, and I want to look

at Earl’s laptop again.” Earl’s laptop and diary were in a duffle on the

back of her bike. Skye looked up from the paper and studied Aimee’s

appearance. She looked like hell, her expensive suit crumpled from

her ride on the bike. Her perfectly coiffed hair was a tattered bird’s

nest. She had to be miserable, but she hadn’t complained. She was

probably freezing too, even with Skye’s jacket on. Skye suppressed

an impulse to wrap an arm around Aimee, squeeze some warmth

her way. The urge threatened to distract her, which was precisely

why she didn’t give in to it. She could help Aimee in less personal

ways, ways that wouldn’t compromise her own resolve to remain

professional. “But, before we do that, we need to get you some

clothes. Let’s hold it down to two stops, and I get to pick one of

them—it’s in Roundrock. You pick the other. No malls.”

Aimee acted surprised to even have a say. “What is it about

malls?”

“I don’t want to be trapped inside a building if someone comes

looking for us.”

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“Gotcha. There’s an outlet mall in Roundrock, open air. Stop

there and I’ll grab some casual clothes.”

Skye groaned, but gave in. Aimee desperately needed a different

wardrobe. “Fine, but no more than thirty minutes. I hope you know

your way around.”

Aimee’s eyes sparkled with a “who me?” expression.

❖

Forty-five minutes into the shopping trip, Aimee sensed Skye

was beginning to come unhinged. She’d been to three stores, but the

selection was hit-and-miss. Her choices consisted of struggling into

skinny jeans or floating around in pants that made her look like the

backside of a barn. Skye, meanwhile, stalked the pavement outside

each store, impatient to get to the next stop. As if her impatience

wasn’t stressful enough, at store number four, Skye followed her in.

“How hard can it be to buy a couple pairs of jeans, shirts, and

a sweater?” She swiped through the clothes on the rack, yanked

a green button-down shirt, and held it up to Aimee’s chest. “This

looks great. Get a couple of these.”

“This does not look great. I look like hell in that shade of green,

that’s not my size, and I’m too well-endowed to ask those buttons to

strain across my chest.”

Skye blushed. “You’re not entering a beauty contest.”

“Mind telling me what we are doing? It might speed the

process if I knew what activities I’m dressing for.” Especially since

the activities on my mind don’t require being dressed at all.

Skye pondered the relative disadvantages of sharing her plan

with Aimee in advance. She didn’t really have a plan other than a

couple of tasks ahead: clothes, helmet, hotel. The rest was a hazy

mess she hadn’t completely sorted out. A trip to Wimberley to check

out the raided compound was on the list, but she hadn’t decided

if she was taking Aimee with her to her meeting with Mr. White.

Aimee didn’t need clothes at all if all she was going to do was hang

out at the hotel. Skye’s heart skipped as she pictured Aimee lounging

on pillows, dressed only in a bra and panties. Her thighs clenched as

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she fought to stave off the flood of desire the image provoked, and

she spoke to break the spell. “The paper says the weather’s going

to get cooler. We may be spending some time outdoors. Jeans, not

designer, boot-cut, and stuff you can layer. T-shirts, sweaters, that

kind of thing.”

“Okay. I’m going to need a jacket and some shoes, too.”

Skye nodded. Perfect, more clothes, less chance for distraction.

“We’ll pick up both of those at the next stop.”

Mercifully, Aimee didn’t argue. “Okay.” Aimee pointed to a

row of benches in the walkway outside the store. “Go sit over there.

Wait for thirty minutes. If I haven’t come back by then, and only

then, you can stalk me. Deal?”

Skye sighed. “Deal.” She spent the next thirty minutes studying

the other people wandering around the outdoor mall. No sign of

federal agents lurking, but she couldn’t believe the volume of

shoppers in the afternoon on a weekday. Had the economy recovered

when she wasn’t paying attention? Better do a good job on this case

if you care about your own personal economy.

She fished a pen and a small notebook from her jacket pocket

and jotted a list of tasks: helmet, hotel, meeting with White, trip to

Wimberley. She tapped the pen against the paper, but nothing else

came. She had no doubt Nicki was wrapped up in the investigation

of the compound in Wimberley. If she’d been present during the

raid, she’d obviously escaped and was on the run. Was she with

Earl? Where would two kids hide out in the Texas hill country?

Nicki’s upbringing suggested she would check into the nearest five-

star hotel, but maybe she’d acquired survivalist skills courtesy of

the Coalition. If so, she’d be harder to find. Skye looked forward to

the challenge.

“Are you ready?”

Skye looked up. She had no idea how much time had passed,

but it was enough for a complete transformation. Aimee was

campfire ready, dressed in plain denim jeans and a sky blue sweater

layered over a plain white T-shirt. If not for her full figure, she

would’ve looked like she had stepped from the pages of an Eddie

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Bauer magazine. Skye preferred Aimee’s lush curves to the rail thin

women that usually modeled these clothes. She was gorgeous.

Aimee pointed at her feet. She was wearing Nikes. “My heels

didn’t exactly match. I had to grab something to wear for now.”

She hefted a big sack. “I put my unsuitable suit and shoes in here.

There’s a Salvation Army up the road. Mind if we swing by and I’ll

drop this off. I don’t think we have room on the bike.”

Skye hadn’t given any thought to what they’d do with all

Aimee’s stuff, including the articles from her hotel. Now that they

had Earl’s stuff too, storage space was tight. As if she could hear

Skye’s thoughts, Aimee said, “I’ll get the hotel to ship the stuff in

my room back to Dallas.”

“Perfect.”

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An hour later, they pulled up to the San Jose Motel, steps

away from Jo’s Coffee. The layout was similar to Skye’s

previous accommodations, but the atmosphere was a total three sixty.

Instead of concrete walkways and large metal trash cans bolted to the

ground, the landscape was lined with graveled paths and desert fauna.

Aimee didn’t immediately slide off the bike. Skye removed her

helmet and looked over her shoulder.

“You okay?”

Aimee pulled off her brand-new helmet. “Yep. I’m great.” Their

last stop had been the Harley dealership in Roundrock, where Skye

personally supervised the purchase of a leather jacket, boots, and a

perfectly sized helmet. Now that she had the appropriate attire, biker

chick was a role she could get used to, especially when it meant she

got to press her entire body, against Skye’s tight, lean self. The short

ride to Austin had been tame and uneventful, but Aimee imagined

a different ride, where she and Skye rode like rockets, locked limb

in limb. Daring fate, they would ride without helmets, their hair

whipping wildly in the wind. The steady vibration of the bike, the

heady abandon of the crisp night air would drive them to the brink

of orgasm. Finally unable to take anymore, they pulled to the side of

the road and Skye would take her—

“You mind if we get checked in?”

Aimee looked up to see Skye wearing a knowing grin. Shit.

She shook away the fantasy, and slid off the bike, which freed Skye

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to do the same. Skye cast a long, lingering look of appraisal her way.

After a slight nod, she motioned for Aimee to follow.

“You think I look hot in leather, don’t you?” Skye stopped in

her tracks, but didn’t turn. Aimee almost regretted the slight tease,

but she genuinely wanted the reassurance. It wouldn’t kill Skye to

say she was attractive.

Skye turned slowly, her eyes focused on Aimee’s leather jacket.

She slowly lifted her gaze and studied Aimee’s face. “You look hot

in everything I’ve seen you wear.” Her eyes flicked away. “Don’t

tell me you don’t know that.”

As Skye stalked away, Aimee whispered to herself, “I won’t.”

❖

Skye strode into the lobby of the San Jose motel. Aimee had

suggested it and touted the advantages: motel layout, walking

distance to conveniences, less visibility from the street. This place

had all that, but it was nothing like the dive she’d chosen. With

desert landscaping and earth tone colors, the motel was simple, yet

rich. Skye was glad she’d taken Aimee’s advice.

“Samantha King. I have a reservation.” Skye leaned casually

against the counter. Aimee was anxious enough for both of them.

“Yes, Ms. King, I see it right here. Two rooms, two nights?

May I see your ID?”

Skye slid a driver’s license across the desk. It was an

impeccable replica of an authentic Texas driver’s license. The photo

was genuine, albeit old, but the rest of the information was a total

fabrication, a souvenir from her days in Vice. Rules required her

to turn in the ID when she was transferred to homicide, but she’d

conveniently forgotten. Like her set of lock picks, it was a valuable

tool she always carried with her.

“And who will be occupying the other room? I’ll need to see

their ID as well.”

Skye kicked herself. She should’ve known they’d ask, though

what she would have done to prevent it, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t

like you could buy decent fake IDs at every corner. She reversed

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her early opinion about their accommodations. A cash only roadside

motel was sounding better and better.

Aimee strode up to the counter. “Hi, I’m Ann Hartley. I’m with

her.” She pointed at Skye. “I lost my wallet, with my ID, credit

cards, and everything.” She pulled a huge wad of cash from her

handbag. “Luckily, I kept my emergency stash all separate. I think

we’ll really only need one room and we’ll just pay up front and

leave you a sizeable deposit.” She slid a tall stack of hundred dollar

bills across the desk and fixed the desk clerk with a big, bright smile.

He stared at the stack of bills, shrugged, and processed a receipt.

Moments later, key in hand, Skye led the way to their room.

Once they were safely inside, she whirled on Aimee. “Ann

Hartley?”

“I was following your lead. You know, keep the initials the

same. Samantha King, Ann Hartley. I kind of like my new identity.

Where’d you get that fake ID? Can I get one?”

Skye shook her head. “This is not a game. I’m trying to protect

you by keeping us under the radar. Tossing a few thousand dollars

at the desk clerk was like drawing a bull’s-eye on your forehead.

He’s telling everyone he knows right now about a hot blonde in a

motorcycle jacket who checked in flashing enough cash to buy the

place outright.”

Hot blonde? Aimee forced herself to ignore the description.

Skye was too angry for it to be anything other than an objective

observation. Maybe sharing a room was a big mistake. Her first

instinct was to argue. If Skye wanted to play clandestine games, she

could at least include her in the plan so she didn’t have to carve out

her role as they went. Working with Skye was like stepping through

a minefield. Hell, she’d only been following in her footsteps, but

instead of safety, she’d set off another explosion. No sense making

it worse by arguing the point. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. What’s next

on the agenda?”

Skye pointed at the duffle bag she’d placed on the bed. “Let’s

finish looking through this stuff.”

Aimee surfed through the contents of the laptop while Skye tried

to make sense of the diary entries. Other than a partial manuscript

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for a futuristic novel based on the premise China had started a war

that lead to global destruction, the computer’s contents were pretty

boring. Mostly class notes and random video downloads. She clicked

on the Internet browser again, and poked around. No Facebook page

or Twitter account for Earl Baxter, Jr. She typed in Nicki’s name and

learned she had both a Facebook page and a Twitter account, but

with no activity since the beginning of September.

“Look at this,” Skye shouted from across the room, waving a

folded paper. “It’s one of the Coalition newsletters. Like the one I

found in Nicki’s mail.” She handed it over. After skimming a few

pages, Aimee tossed it on the bed.

“No way is Nicki into all that craziness. There’s something else

going on.”

“Maybe Earl Junior charmed her into a life with the wackos.”

“Maybe he coerced her.”

“Maybe.”

Skye’s voice trailed away as she stared at the paper in Aimee’s

hand. Aimee waved a hand in front of her face. “What’s our next

step?”Skye looked at her watch. Six p.m. She had an hour to figure

out how to ditch Aimee before her meeting with White. Judging by

her lack of success so far, it wouldn’t be an easy task. She didn’t

have a car, so she couldn’t just send her off on an errand. She’d

already resigned herself to the notion she was going to take Aimee

along to Wimberley, but hiking through the remains of a federal

raid was decidedly different than walking into a possible ambush

of militant crazies. Distraction wasn’t the only reason she wanted

to go it alone. She was genuinely concerned for Aimee’s safety. Her

antics at the desk aside, maybe she could convince Aimee it would

be more practical for her to stay behind and wait this one out.

“Have a seat.”

“This sounds serious.”

“It is. Look, I appreciate your help.” She gestured to Earl’s

belongings. “You getting this stuff? That was really helpful.”

“I hear a ‘but.’”

“I have a meeting scheduled for tonight and I need to go alone.”

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“Need to or want to?”

“It could be dangerous.”

“And riding around town on a motorcycle isn’t?”

“Not that kind of dangerous. The dangerous where you don’t

know what could happen so you don’t know how to plan for it kind

of dangerous.”

“I’m up for that.”

Skye pulled her Sig and her .22 Smith and Wesson revolver

from her bag and placed them on the bed. “I’ll be carrying both of

these, loaded. No safety. If I have to use them, I will.”

Aimee reached over and slid her manicured fingers around

the grip of the Sig. She ejected the cartridge, pulled the slide back,

and checked the chamber. Aimee hefted the weapon a few times,

apparently testing the feel, and then she sighted down the barrel. “I

prefer my Taurus Judge Public Defender, but this will do.”

“Oh, it will, will it?” Skye reached over, scooped up the cartridge,

and pulled the gun from Aimee’s grasp. She was disconcerted by the

sight of Aimee’s decidedly feminine hand wrapped around her hefty

black weapon. Dangerously attractive. Even more disconcerting

was Aimee’s casual reference to the Judge, a revolver capable of

firing shotgun shells. Her fluster came across as anger. “This is my

gun. Mine. Get it?”

Aimee shrugged. “I would’ve brought my own, but the feds

took all my guns.” She assumed a pout. “Surely, you don’t plan to

run off to your meeting and leave me here unprotected?”

Skye shook her head as she tried to process the mixed bag

of conversation. All my guns? Leave me unprotected? Aimee sure

looked like she knew how to handle a gun, a look totally at odds

with the rest of her appearance. Skye almost didn’t want to know,

but she couldn’t stop the flow of questions. The first one that made

it out of her mouth sounded inane even to her own ears. “How many

guns do you have?”

“A few. Well, at least I used to. They’re all in the custody of the

federal government. Morgan said she’d try to get them back once

we find Nicki and get this mess straightened out.” She placed a hand

on Skye’s arm and kept talking. “You’re pretty butch, but I’d feel

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safer with the Judge in my purse. No offense. My permit’s good for

either a semi-automatic or a revolver, but—”

Her rambling blocked out any chance Skye had of processing

her thoughts. She placed a finger over Aimee’s lips. “Stop talking.”

Another layer peeled away. Aimee Howard was a modern day Annie

Oakley. Well, at least she knew her way around a firearm, whether

she was a decent shot was another matter altogether. Seventy percent

accuracy was all it took to qualify for a handgun permit. Her thought

process was interrupted by a rush of warmth between her legs. She

knew the source, but looked anyway. Yep, Aimee’s tongue was

wrapped around her finger, possessive and passionate. She watched

as if the seduction was happening to someone else, then—slam—

Aimee’s eyes met hers. The force of her gaze out-blazed the heat

of her touch. This feeling was decidedly different from the regular

responses she felt with her casual encounters. Her arousal was laced

with more than the desire for climax; it was consumed with the

desire for more. More touch, more warmth, more intimacy, and that

last desire she hadn’t experienced in so long she didn’t know what

to do with it, but it burned. She reacted the only way she knew how.

She jerked her hand out of the fire.

❖

Aimee hadn’t meant to do it, but once she started, she couldn’t

stop. Skye tasted like candy, and she didn’t want the sweet sensation

to end. Skye responded, arched against her, urged her closer for a

moment, but then she broke away, reacting as if the very idea of

touching her was distasteful. As Skye abruptly withdrew, Aimee

savored the seconds before. She could hardly blame Skye for her

reaction. The two of them were completely unsuited for each other,

and even a quick tryst was likely to have disastrous implications to

their ability to focus on the task at hand. But the attraction was fierce

and powerful. Surely, Skye was aware of the surging magnetism she

generated. Aimee shook her head. She wouldn’t act on her physical

impulses again. She didn’t need to suffer rejection from a surly

woman with a sketchy reputation.

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Her emotional impulses were another matter. Whatever Skye

was up to this evening was pivotal in the search for Nicki, and Aimee

refused to be left behind. Skye could either accept her company or

not. She’d find a way to get what she wanted. Aimee acted as if the

physical encounter had never happened and announced her plan.

“I’m going with you tonight. You can take me or I can follow

you. And don’t think I’m not capable, because I am. One way or the

other, you’re including me in your little adventure.”

Three, maybe five, seconds passed before Skye answered.

“Okay.”

Aimee wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly, braced as she was for

a fight. “Okay?”

“Yes.” Skye glanced at her watch. “I have to make a call to find

out where we’re going.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Be

very quiet, okay?”

Aimee made a show of zipping her lips. She watched while Skye

dialed a number, announced her name. Skye didn’t say anything else

and hung up after a few seconds. When she finally disconnected

the call, Aimee thought she might burst, but she waited for Skye to

speak first.

“Where’s Kyle, Texas?”

“About twenty miles south of here. Just off I-35.”

“Any chance you know where the Thunderhill Raceway is?”

“Sure, it’s a short track raceway. NASCAR recently announced

it’s going to be one of their sanctioned tracks starting in 2011—”

She stopped and tried to assess the strange look on Skye’s face.

“What?”

“You’re just a fountain of information, aren’t you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you really a NASCAR fan?”

“Not a big one, but I think the sport’s intriguing. Besides, who

doesn’t like Danica Patrick?” she asked, referring to the female

racecar driver sensation.

“Ah, I see. It’s all about the hot women.”

Did Skye really think she only cared about surface beauty?

Aimee purposely looked Skye over, from head to toe, allowing the

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presumption to stick. Skye was a fine woman, for sure, but Aimee

was attracted to her cocky self-confidence more than her edgy good

looks. She cared about much more than surface beauty, but she had

no plans to let Skye know that. “It’ll take about a half hour to get

there. What time’s the meeting?”

“We should leave now. Give me your driver’s license.” Skye

pulled out her wallet, fished out her own license, and held out her

hand for Aimee’s.

Aimee didn’t move. “Mind telling me why?”

“Two reasons. I don’t want this guy to know any personal

information about us—at least not more than necessary. These

people aren’t real big on government-issued documents anyway. It’s

a show of good faith.”

“I bet they don’t feel the same way about dollar bills.” Aimee

dug her license out of her Birken and reluctantly handed it over. “I

guess I can be identified by my dental records.”

“If you’re scared, you don’t have to go.”

“I’m not scared, just appropriately cautious. Anything else I

should know?”

“Yes. Leave that monster purse of yours behind. Judging by

the size, it’s bound to house at least a dozen personal items.” Aimee

frowned, but Skye was not dissuaded from her litany. “For tonight,

you’re my sister. We hate the federal government, and we’re

interested in learning ways we can take care of ourselves and the

coming revolution. Listen, don’t talk, and follow my lead. This guy

may be off-balance, but I’m willing to bet he knows his way around

guns. Understood?”

Aimee nodded. “I can handle whatever happens.” She hoped

it was true.

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Skye cast about for anything she could focus on besides

the tight grasp of Aimee’s arms around her waist. She

didn’t have a clue why she’d allowed Aimee to accompany her,

especially after their heated encounter. They should’ve discussed

what happened, but Skye had shied away from broaching the subject

because she didn’t have a clue what to say. Your touch sets me on

fire, but I can’t handle the burn. Nope, better to just let the subject

drop and avoid it altogether. At least they’d overcome their initial

antagonism. Maybe if she included Aimee in the investigation they

would have something to discuss other than the flare of arousal

that ignited every time they touched. Skye sighed. So far, it wasn’t

working.

She’d glanced at a map before they left. Kyle was a short drive

from Wimberley. It wasn’t her preference to check out the scene of

the raid in the dark of night, but if the meeting ended at a decent

time, she tucked away the thought they might do a drive by.

As she drove into the parking lot of the racetrack, Skye focused

on the meeting ahead. She doubted they would be meeting with just

one guy at a venue this large, and the several dozen pickups and

SUVs in the otherwise empty parking lot, confirmed her suspicion.

She pulled her bike to a stop several feet away from the row of

parked vehicles, shut it off, and waited for Aimee to dismount.

Despite her bravado earlier, Skye could tell she was nervous now.

She was too, but no way would she show it. She considered passing

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one of her guns to Aimee as sort of a good luck charm, but decided

she didn’t want to display firepower here in the well-lit parking lot.

She gestured for Aimee to follow and walked toward the stands.

A rail thin woman, with scraggly brown hair hefted a shotgun as

they approached the gate. She didn’t aim her weapon at them, but

the message was clear. This was an invitation only event.

Skye silently willed Aimee to follow her lead. “I’m Samantha,

and this is my sister, Ann. Mr. White invited us. He asked me to

tell you ‘let freedom ring.’” She breathed a sigh of relief when the

woman nodded at the phrase.

“Where did you meet Mr. White?” Apparently, the code phrase

wasn’t sufficient to gain entry; now she needed references.

Skye settled on honesty. “We haven’t met him in person, but

we were introduced through a mutual friend. Mr. Davis. He referred

us to Mr. White for what we needed to accomplish our special

purposes.” The woman’s fierce cynicism softened slightly, and Skye

thanked her good memory for spitting up the name of the Army-

Navy surplus store owner.

“You armed?”

“I am.” Honesty had gotten her this far.

“You can keep your weapons with you. Unloaded.” She pointed

to a table just inside the gate. Leave your ammo in one of those bags.

You can pick it up when you leave.”

Skye didn’t like the idea. By way of a compromise, she decided

the loaded .22 in her boot didn’t constitute a real weapon. She pulled

her Sig out of its holster, ejected the clip, and put it in a bag. She

scrawled her name on the bag with one of the markers on the table,

while the shotgun-toting gatekeeper watched her every move. Then

she flicked her eyes to Aimee. Aimee noticed she was the subject

of scrutiny and opened her jacket wide to demonstrate she was

unarmed. Apparently satisfied, the woman waved them on.

Skye chanced a whisper as they walked to the stands. “Any

idea who owns this place?”

“Not a clue. I know they rent it out for special events, but I

hardly think this counts.”

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Skye agreed. Although there was a random assortment of people

in attendance—men, women, and children—they were all white,

and they were all dressed like they were about to either join the

military or strike out on a wilderness trek. In comparison, Aimee’s

Eddie Bauer outfit looked like high fashion. Skye hoped they didn’t

stick out too much. She couldn’t help a last minute reminder. “Don’t

do or say anything that could draw attention. Follow my lead.”

She led them to the top of the bleachers. They sat with the rest

of the crowd, staring at the empty podium positioned down by the

track. Within moments, Skye felt a surge of energy leap through the

crowd. People around them came out of their seats, pointing and

waving. She motioned for Aimee to stand with her as she craned her

neck to get a better view. A tall man in a black suit strode toward the

podium, flanked on either side by a pair of guys dressed in fatigues

with automatic weapons at the ready. Even with the distance between

them, Skye could tell one of the bodyguards was Mr. Davis from the

army surplus store, apparently decked out in his own merchandise.

She was relieved to see a familiar face, albeit a crazy one.

Her relief was short-lived. The crowd burst into spontaneous

song. “My country ‘tis of thee.”

Oh boy. Beside her, Aimee dutifully belted out the lyrics to

“America.” She joined in, simultaneously offering a silent prayer

to help her remember the words. Thankfully, the man at the podium

waved the crowd to silence after the first verse. He spoke softly and

deliberately into the microphone.

“Sweet land of liberty.”

“Sweet land of liberty!” The crowd shouted back.

“Land where my fathers died.”

“Land where my fathers died!”

“Let freedom ring!”

“Let freedom ring!”

The repetition of the simple lyrics whipped them into an

absolute frenzy. Once, when she was young, Skye had accompanied

a friend to church after a Saturday night sleepover. If her sedate

Catholic parents had known where she was going, they would

have been mortified. The evangelical congregation sang, swayed,

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and roared back the pithy phrases of their pastor until they were

exhausted and sweaty with belief. Young Skye had been both

fascinated at the power of their conviction and terrified to discover

her Catholicism rendered her a heathen bound for hell. She didn’t

believe in heaven or hell anymore, but the fervor of this crowd

brought her youthful fears raging back, and she joined the litany to

keep from being different.

“Brothers and sisters, we meet tonight to mourn a tragedy, but

more importantly, we meet to plan an appropriate response. Mere

miles from this place, the unauthorized forces of the pretender

government have invaded one of our strongholds.” He held up a

sheet of paper. “I have here a list, a roll call of those who have made

sacrifice. Members of our family have been killed, wounded, and

captured. Those held by the unauthorized forces of the pretender

government face trumped up charges of treason.” He waved the

paper in the air. “Yet I say to you, the brothers and sisters listed here

are heroes, and their captors are the true traitors!”

Shouts from the crowd accented his speech and spurred him

on. “What can you do? For those fallen, you can pray. For those

wounded, you can offer solace. For those captured, you can fight,

ever mindful that your efforts will ring in the hearts of those who

remain falsely accused and held by the unlawful forces of a puppet

government.”

He waited for the cheers of the crowd to subside before offering

his next litany. “But there is more. I have it on good authority that

our Supreme Leader remains free. I have no doubt he will reappear

to us and lead us once again. What can you do for him, for our cause?

You can be ready—ready to fight for our great nation, ready to wrest

control back from the usurpers that have transformed our sweet land

of liberty into a communist regime. Meet with your ready leaders

to discuss how you can fortify your homes, arm your families, and

prepare for liberty. When our Supreme Leader returns, it will be a

sign. The end of times is upon us, and we will let freedom ring!”

The crowd went wild. They spilled from the stands onto the

track, and surrounded the black-suited man. Skye motioned for

Aimee to join her, and they moved along the edge of the crowd. She

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considered whether meeting the man face-to-face was a wise move,

but her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

“You came.” Davis seemed pleased to see her.

“I did. Thank you for the introduction. I’m sure we can find

everything we need here.”

He nodded. “Happy to help another veteran.”

Aimee cleared her throat and Davis looked her way. He raised

a questioning eyebrow, and Skye introduced them. “Mr. Davis,

this is my sister, Ann.” Silently willing Aimee not to interrupt, she

continued. “Our parents died recently. When we were going through

their estate, we learned of their sympathies for your cause.” She

took a chance. “They were acquainted with the Baxters, and we

mourn their loss as well. We are ready to fight back. ”

“You’ll find help here, along with everything you need to

achieve your goals. I’ll be happy to introduce you around.”

She nodded in the direction of the black-suited man. The crowd

around him had thinned slightly. “May we meet him?”

“Sure. Come with me.”

Skye pulled Aimee with her and followed him through the

crowd. Aimee leaned in close and whispered, “I bet he knows where

Nicki is.” Skye motioned for her to be quiet, but she silently agreed.

In a few short strides, they were standing in front of the man. She

had a split second to decide how to play the situation. How close

were the members of this group to the group on the compound

that had been raided? She thought about revealing a connection to

Nicki, but she had no idea if the feds had already tried to question

these folks. If they had, she might raise unnecessary suspicions. She

resigned herself to sticking with the story about their parents.

They waited a short distance away while Davis talked to the

black-suited guy. Skye started to think meeting the leader at this

point was a bad idea, but just as she leaned toward Aimee to say they

should leave, Davis waved them over.

“Samantha, Ann, please meet Mr. White.”

White extended a hand to each of them and grasped hard,

preacher style. “Davis has informed me of your recent trouble. I

understand you were acquainted with Earl Baxter?”

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Skye opened her mouth to reply, but the voice she heard wasn’t

hers. “Junior only. He’s close to our cousin, Nicki Howard.” Aimee

delivered the words with a bright smile while pretending to ignore

the exchange of looks between the two men. “They are such a

devoted couple.” Her acting skills were put to the test as she now

had the additional distraction of Skye’s finger jabbing into her back.

“We haven’t heard from either Nicki or Earl Junior, since the raid,

but we fear the worst. Our goal now is to contribute all our efforts

to the cause.”

“Indeed,” White answered. “Perhaps we can direct your efforts

to the greater good, and in the process help you obtain knowledge

of your cousin.”

“That would be fabulous.” Aimee turned to Skye. “Wouldn’t

it, sister?”

“Oh yes. Fabulous.” Skye’s expression belied her spat out

words, and Aimee could tell she only had a few minutes more to

let this scenario play out before Skye wrested control back from

her. She addressed White. “I’m afraid we lack many of the skills

necessary to”—she sought the word he’d used—“fortify ourselves.

We do have access to funds, though, and can contribute our fair

share to any who would see fit to help us with the rest. Our parents

would want us to be charitable with their cherished causes.” She

could tell she was on the right track by the way their eyes lit up.

“Brother Davis will make a list of the materials you should

stock. Do you live nearby?”

“We’ve been staying in Austin, at our parents’ home. We’d

hoped to eventually join the compound at Wimberley, but…” Aimee

let her voice trail off into a light sob.

White grasped her hand again and murmured, “You poor dear.”

She could only imagine the smirk on Skye’s face, as she hid

her own behind her free hand. “Thank you, Brother White. I would

like to offer whatever assistance I can to the cause. I’m not as skilled

with weaponry as my dear sister, Samantha, but I do have something

of my own to contribute. My poor deceased husband left me a trunk

full of gold bars. I’ve been at a complete loss as to how to invest

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them. All the advisors I’ve spoken to suggest foreign currency, but

I believe gold is the best investment there is. Wouldn’t you agree?”

No matter how hard they tried to project nonchalance, Davis and

White’s excitement was palpable. White played his part perfectly.

“Some of our greatest gifts come to us in ways we do not expect. If

you see fit to honor our mission with a golden tribute to your late

husband, we would use your gift to further our cause. We would, in

turn, make it our first priority to assist you in locating your cousin.”

“Do you have plans to build a compound like the one in

Wimberley? I think it would be lovely to name such a structure after

him.”“A physical structure seems to be a rallying point for our

detractors.” He paused, as if considering his next statement carefully.

“We do have a rallying point of our own, though. Once we become

better acquainted, perhaps I can show it to you.”

Aimee heard the unspoken words loud and clear. If she and

Skye showed up with a trunk full of gold, she could have anything

she wanted. “Excellent. I look forward to a long and prosperous

acquaintance.”

“As do I. Did you ever attend meetings at the Wimberley

compound?”

“I never had the good fortune. Point of fact, I don’t even know

where it is located. Dear Nicki said there were too many privacy

issues to give me an exact location. I suppose privacy is no longer

a concern. I would very much like to visit and honor the fallen with

my prayers.”

“It is true, our Supreme Leader was very secretive in his

mission. I do know the location if you would like me to escort you

there. We could go tomorrow.”

“I appreciate the offer, but Samantha can escort me if you

would be kind enough to tell us where to go. Then we can make

arrangements to meet with Brother Davis tomorrow and gather what

we need for our future mission among our people. I would of course,

bring an offering of good will when we meet again.”

Aimee held her breath while she waited for White’s response.

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was sharp enough to recognize when someone took a fancy to her.

Too bad it was the black-suited cult leader and not Skye she was

sucking up to. The latter would have been much more pleasurable,

and the payoff bigger than a map into the wilds.

“Brother Davis, please draw a map for our sisters so they can

pay respects to the cause of their cousin and her betrothed.” He lifted

Aimee’s hand to his lips and she silently paid the price for his favor.

“You may contact me through the same number. Let us meet again

tomorrow to discuss your future. Back here, say one o’clock? While

we talk about my future plans for our people, and Brother Davis can

take your sister through our standard drills.”

“Oh, she would absolutely love that. Thank you for your

kindness. I look forward to our next meeting.”

This time Aimee led the way as they left the stadium. She

studiously avoided Skye’s glances as they stopped to retrieve the

clip to Skye’s gun. When they reached her bike, only a few vehicles

remained in the parking lot. She didn’t have to wait long for the

fallout from her impromptu role-play as a militant wannabe.

“I think I’m going to hurl.”

“Gee, Skye, tell me how you really feel.” She jabbed her in the

side and waved the map Davis had drawn like a truce flag. “Aren’t

you glad you don’t have to drive aimlessly in the dark in search of

the compound?”

“Oh, sure. Now one of these nut jobs can follow us in the dark.”

“You seem to be pretty good at eluding followers. Present

company excluded.”

Skye cracked a reluctant smile. “Yeah, okay. You were pretty

resourceful. Let’s make this a quick trip and get back to the hotel. I

could use a good meal, and I bet you could too.”

Aimee considered the single room back at the San Jose. A meal

was the last thing on her mind.

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It was too loud for them to talk during the ride, and Skye

welcomed the opportunity to reflect. Thoughts about how

Aimee made her feel were distracting her from the search for Nicki.

Was Nicki like Aimee? Vibrant, headstrong, daring? She must be

daring, or why else would she have risked her comfortable lifestyle

for a walk on the wild side with kooks like White’s band of militants?

On the other hand, vibrant and headstrong weren’t personality traits

likely to translate into a blind follower, which is what you’d have to

be to believe the crap White and his gang were selling.

Skye thought back to her time on the task force years ago. The

people they’d arrested fell into two groups: power-hungry fanatics

and deluded salvation seekers. Nothing she’d learned about Nicki

allowed her to place the girl into either category. No, she seemed

more like her aunt. Skye laughed at the thought of Aimee’s earlier

charade for White and Davis. She played the part of the salvation

seeking zealot like a pro. Was Aimee’s attraction to her an act as

well?

Why do I care? She knew the answer. She was attracted to

Aimee, aroused by her, and fast becoming respectful of her. She

barely recognized the subtle signs of attraction. She’d experienced

them so infrequently. Her profession had always been the singular

source of her personal fulfillment. The closest she’d ever come

to blurring boundaries had been with Parker, but even then their

relationship had never crossed the line. She’d shared her body, but

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had never been truly intimate with anyone, not even sharing the kind

of closeness partners on the job commonly enjoyed. She’d always

held something back. Her excuses varied, but they all centered

around a single theme. Work. She had to keep her mind sharp, free

from emotion, clear of distractions. The job provided a built-in wall,

insulating her from outside assaults on her emotional well-being.

Assault—an offensive threat or touching. Aimee’s advances were

anything but, and the wall she’d built had started to crumble.

Skye shook away the thoughts. Focus. Based on the map

Davis had drawn, the clearing up ahead had to be the place. A large

portable building surrounded by a circle of tents was probably the

headquarters of the “Supreme Leader.” She pulled to a stop and

parked her bike under a large tree.

Aimee climbed off the back like a pro. Skye followed, and they

both removed their helmets.

“This the place?” Aimee asked.

“Looks like it.” Skye pointed to a remnant of yellow crime

scene tape flapping from a nearby tree. The scene had probably

been released soon after the raid, but the clean-up crew had been

lax about removing all signs of their presence. She led the way to

the abandoned building in the center of the clearing. Empty cases of

ammo, randomly scattered MRE packages, and a sleeping bag here

and there were the only signs anyone had ever been in residence.

“Doesn’t look like there’s much left here for us to see.”

Skye heard Aimee’s unspoken question, “Why are we here?”

She didn’t bother with a response. Visiting a crime scene, even

months after an incident, was an event she never missed. No matter

how much time had passed, actually being on site almost always

gave her valuable insights into her investigation. She didn’t expect

Aimee to understand.

As she surveyed the scene, she felt a flicker of regret. She’d

never again get a call, urging her away from sleep, food, another

case, to a crime scene. She’d never again show up, flash her badge,

and instantly gain the respect of the uniforms who’d first arrived

at what was often a grisly mess. She’d never again take control in

the heat of the investigation, order what should be bagged, tagged,

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photographed, and processed. She’d gotten so involved in this

investigation, that she’d almost forgotten she wasn’t a cop anymore,

but the reality of what had gone down here brought her memory

roaring back. The list of what she’d lost was long, so long she

wanted to give in to the emptiness, get back on her bike, and ride

far away. She glanced at Aimee who watched her with a look that

reflected an intense loss of her own. Aimee had lost her niece and

Skye was hired to find her. She may not be a cop anymore, but

at least she had this job and she would apply her well-honed cop

instincts to the task. She would find Nicki. She would do her job for

Aimee, for herself.

“Eerie, isn’t it? Any ideas about how the raid went down?”

Skye stared at Aimee long and hard. Aimee got it, the sense and

feel of a place that carried memories of tragedy. Once again, she’d

underestimated Aimee. How many times was she going to do that?

She resolved to stop right now, and included Aimee by speaking her

thoughts out loud.

“I always get something out of these visits. There’s a feeling

about a place, especially after the dust of the initial incident settles.

Sometimes I find a piece of evidence overlooked in the action.

Sometimes all I get is a sense of who or what we should be looking

for.” She flashed a light on the side of the building. “Look at all

the bullet holes. There are hundreds of them. Whoever was in there

was probably dead or seriously injured when the feds finished their

attack.” She pointed to the dense woods surrounding them. “The

only decent approach to this place is from the road. I bet whoever

got away was hiding out there when the raid went down.”

“Do you miss it?”

“What?” Skye knew what Aimee was asking, but her protective

instincts kicked in with avoidance.

“Police work, you know, ‘the job.’”

With every ounce of my being. If I were a cop, I’d have only

to flash my badge to gain entrance to anywhere I wanted to go. I’d

have a team of crime scene techs at my disposal, and I wouldn’t be

standing in the middle of a crime scene in the middle of the night

skulking around for clues. Aimee’s ability to read her mind did a

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number on her preconceived notions. She viewed herself as stoic and

Aimee as focused only on her own needs. Obviously, Aimee cared

enough to empathize, and her own emotions weren’t as closely held

as she would like to believe. Still, self-preservation kept her from

admitting the details of her longing, but the fact it existed seemed

harmless enough. “I do.”

“If you want to talk about it—”

Skye was quick to cut her off. “I don’t.”

Aimee nodded, but wisely didn’t say anything else. Skye

struggled not to let her frustration show. Why was her personal life

up for grabs? Did Aimee feel like Skye’s knowledge of her personal

life demanded reciprocity? Well, it didn’t. This wasn’t a first date, it

was a job. Time for Aimee to realize work was the only reason they

were together. She started to bring up their encounter in the hotel

room, make it clear there would be no more such interactions, but

the sound of an approaching car interrupted her plan. She grabbed

Aimee’s hand and led her to a cluster of bushes yards away from the

clearing.

She took the time to whisper in Aimee’s ear. “Don’t say a word.

Nod to show me you understand.”

Aimee nodded, fear in her eyes as she flicked a glance at the

approaching car. Skye followed her gaze. It wasn’t the same sedan,

but it could have been. How in the hell had the feds tracked them

here? She was certain no one had followed them through the winding

Wimberley roads. Two men got out of the car. The headlights

illuminated their suited selves as they walked through the clearing,

looking around with purpose. Looking for us. They spotted her

motorcycle right away. Skye silently offered a blessing that she’d

relocked the saddlebags after extracting her flashlight. She hoped

these jokers didn’t have the necessary tools with them to break the

lock or remove the bags from the bike entirely. They whispered, and

she could only catch snippets of their conversation. Around here…

couldn’t be far…too dark…leave this…track…later…

She heard them test the locks, then watched as they lingered over

her bike. Without the light of her powerful flashlight, she couldn’t

tell what they were doing. She felt protective of her ride, and had to

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restrain herself from running into the clearing and warding them off

with a few shots from her gun.

They saved her the trouble. As if they’d lost interest, they

returned to their car, and left as abruptly as they’d arrived. Skye

motioned to Aimee to remain in place and silent. They stayed still

and quiet for a full five minutes after they’d pulled away. Then and

only then, she crouched low and ran over to her bike. A quick search

with the powerful beam of her flashlight revealed the locks were

still in place and had not been disturbed. She signaled to Aimee who

quickly joined her. “Let’s get out of here. We can always come back

during the day.”

“Who were those guys?”

“My best guess is the feds. Somehow they followed us.”

“I thought you said no one followed us.”

“Well, that’s what I thought, but obviously I was wrong.” Skye

couldn’t believe she’d overlooked a tail. “Unless one of those suits

was posing as a survivalist at the revival we just attended, I don’t

know how the hell they caught up with us.”

A coyote howled in the distance. Aimee jumped and grabbed

Skye’s arm. “It’s spooky out here. Can we go?”

Skye looked down at Aimee’s hand. Her tight grasp felt so

good, she feared she’d grant her anything. It was indeed spooky. Her

usual tendency to do the opposite of whatever Aimee wanted faded

in the face of her desire to grant this small wish—a wish she shared.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

❖

Even in the dark, Aimee could tell they were lost. After three

passes through the same desolate country path, Skye finally pulled

over. They both got off the bike and removed their helmets. Aimee

was pleased with herself at how much easier the task became each

time she slid off the motorcycle.

“Maybe we should head back that way.” Aimee pointed to the

left as she ventured her opinion.

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Skye shook her head. “That’s the direction we came from. I’m

worried the feds are still out there. I don’t want them catching up

with us.” She waved her hand in the direction they’d been traveling.

“I hoped that road would take us back to the highway, but no such

luck.”“Well, no need to worry, I have my trusty iPhone.” Aimee

fished the device from her pocket and stared at the screen. “Oops,

no signal.” She walked around a few feet away, holding the phone

in front of her like a divining rod. “I don’t know what the problem

is. I had a signal at the compound.”

Skye cocked her head. “I don’t remember seeing you talking to

anyone while we were stopped there.”

“I didn’t, silly, but I did mark the spot on the map so we could

find it again in case you want to go back.” She stared at the unlit

signal bars again. “Of course, that wasn’t much use considering I

can’t get a signal at all now.” She shook the phone in frustration.

Seconds later, she cried out as Skye grabbed her hand and peeled the

phone from her fingers. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“You have GPS on this thing?”

Aimee nodded. She considered the GPS app on her phone a

blessing, but Skye’s tone was accusatory. She watched as Skye took

the battery out of her phone and put it in her pocket. “What the hell

do you think you’re doing?”

“Saving you from yourself.”

“Give me back my phone.”

“Here you go.” Skye handed her the powerless device. “You’re

the reason the feds found us. It’s nothing for them to pinpoint our

location with your handy GPS function.”

Aimee held the phone away from her like an unwelcome insect.

“Seriously?” She shoved it back toward Skye. “You take it.”

“It’s disabled now. They can only trace it when it’s on.” Skye

pulled out her own phone and took the battery out of it too. “I doubt

they’d be able to get a subpoena for this phone, considering the fact

it belongs to a law firm. The feds would have no idea I’m using it,

but I’m not taking any chances.”

Aimee shuddered. “I’m sorry. I had no idea. What’s next?”

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Skye looked around. “We’ll have to find a way out of here on

our own. I think I remember seeing a cabin not too far from here.

Let’s see if anyone’s home, and we can do the old-fashioned thing—

ask for directions.”

Aimee waited for Skye to slide back onto the bike, and then she

joined her and waited some more. Skye pushed the starter, but the

only response was a dead click. She removed her helmet and leaned

forward before trying again. Nothing.

“It’s not going to start. Probably a short, but I can’t find or fix

it in the dark. These rough back roads may have jarred something

loose.

Aimee could feel her frustration. She pulled off her own helmet.

“What now?”

“I think we’re going to need to find that cabin on foot, and hope

real hard that they have a phone we can use.”

❖

Thanks to barbed wire, hills, and tangled underbrush, it took

them over an hour to reach the cabin they’d seen in one of their

earlier passes through the area. By the time they reached the door,

Skye was fuming. She was probably perfectly capable of fixing

whatever was wrong with her bike if she were back at home with all

her own tools. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, in the dark, with

just a simple tool kit, she was helpless. She hated being helpless.

She hated even more the thought of depending on the kindness of

strangers, although, judging by the darkness surrounding the cabin,

she doubted anyone was home at this place, strange or otherwise.

She looked in the front windows and grew more discouraged.

The furniture was covered with white sheets. She knocked on the

door, despite her belief the effort was futile. After a few silent beats,

she turned to Aimee. “No one’s home.”

Aimee shivered in the cold night air, her arms wrapped tightly

around her body. “Try again.”

“It’s no use,” Skye pointed toward the window. “House is all

sealed up for the winter.”

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“It’s Texas; there are no real winters here. Maybe they just

don’t like getting dirt on the furniture. Try again.”

“No one’s home. Look around and see if there’s a key. Maybe

we can at least use the phone if they have service.”

A thorough search of the wide porch and all its nooks and

crannies yielded nothing. Skye inspected the keyhole. She had no

doubt she could get in easily. She considered ways to distract Aimee

from what she was about to do.

“Why don’t you check around back? See if there’s another

entrance. I’ll test the windows up here.”

Aimee glanced at the thick forest to the rear of the cabin. “No,

thanks. Why don’t I test the windows while you go around back?”

Skye sighed. They only had one flashlight and it was pitch

black outside. She decided to let Aimee in on her plan. “I’m going

to pick this lock. You have a problem with that?”

“You know how to pick locks?” Aimee’s tone carried a touch

of awe.

Not the response she expected. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what

response she did expect, nor why she cared. She wasn’t a cop

anymore, so she wasn’t bound by expectations about what a cop

should and shouldn’t do in the pursuit of justice. Still, she wanted

Aimee’s respect, inexplicable though the desire was.

“Yes.” She bent and retrieved her set of picks from her boot.

“Here, hold this.” She handed the flashlight to Aimee. “Shine it

here.”

The lock was no challenge, and within moments they were

inside. Aimee hugged herself and remarked about the chill. Skye

quickly located the source of the frosty breeze flowing through the

one room cabin. The broken rear window and shards of glass on the

cabin floor indicated someone else had found a way in, a messier,

but more efficient method than Skye’s work with the lock. Skye

placed a protective arm in front of Aimee and drew her gun. She

peered around the room. The only closed door was across the room.

She figured it probably led to the bathroom, and judging by the

light scratching sounds coming from that direction, someone was

in there.

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“Wait here,” she whispered to Aimee. As she crept softly across

the room, she felt a presence close behind. Why should Aimee

start following instructions now? When they reached the door, she

leaned in close. Silence. Whoever was inside had likely heard their

approach. Skye waved Aimee back, and grasped the handle with her

left hand while she covered the door with the gun in her right. With a

quick glance back to make sure Aimee was out of any potential line

of fire, she threw the door open and trained her gun inside.

She’d intended to surprise the occupant, but it was she who

was surprised by the furry raccoon calmly working his way through

the contents of the trash. He seemed only mildly startled by Skye’s

presence before he returned his concentration to the wastebasket.

Skye didn’t even try to hold back laughter, a mix of humor and

relief.

“What is it? Why are you laughing?” Aimee stepped closer.

“Oh. I guess he’s not armed.”

“Nope. I bet he’s hungry though. No telling how long he’s been

trapped in here.”

“Judging by the state of the room, I’d say not too long. Besides,

he looks pretty fat and happy, and he probably didn’t get that way

off the tissues in that trash can.”

Skye appraised her. “I didn’t make you for an outdoorsy type.

You know a lot about woodland creatures?”

“I know enough. Much to my mother’s chagrin, I spent hours

of my youth traipsing through the woods with my brother and my

dad on my dad’s hunting lease. I’m not big on shooting at the furry

beasts, but I enjoy target shooting and being outdoors. Besides,

when I was a kid, I’d do anything to hang out with my dad, who I

thought was the coolest person on earth.”

Skye heard the wistful tone. “I take it your opinion has

changed.”

“A bit. Don’t get me wrong—I love my parents. We just don’t

agree on much of anything, and I no longer care about doing things

just to please them.”

“I thought you were in business together. I suppose I just

assumed you were because both you and your dad are in real estate.”

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“Sure, I got my start based on my dad’s reputation as a shrewd

real estate investor, but I’ve had my own firm, completely separate

from his, for years. Now the clients I have come to me by virtue

of my own solid reputation, not my father’s.” Aimee’s tone had

shifted from wistful to challenging. Skye recognized the shift for

what it was. She was still stuck in the stage of caring what her father

thought, worrying her worth depended on his respect. Aimee was

past that, and Skye grudgingly admired her for it.

“Sorry. I misjudged you. I can tell you’re proud of what you’ve

accomplished.”

Aimee shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” She changed the

subject. “Shouldn’t we be looking for a phone?”

They completed their search of the cabin within a few minutes.

No phone, which Skye didn’t find surprising. In this day and age,

cell phones were the norm, and if whoever owned the cabin didn’t

live here permanently, it didn’t make sense to install a phone line for

occasional use.

“Someone’s been here recently, and I’m willing to bet it was

whoever broke the window,” Skye observed.

“How can you tell?”

“Remember all the rain they had down here last week? Flash

flood all over the hill country? There’d be water damage if the

window had been broken then. And look at the trash. Those frozen

food trays are still moist. Whoever was here before us, was here

very recently. You’re right about our friend, the raccoon. He’s in

great shape. He may have only been locked in the bathroom for a

day.” Skye leaned out the open window. “What I don’t get is why

whoever broke in here, didn’t just walk out the front door instead of

crawling back out the window.”

“How do you know they didn’t?”

“Unless they had a key, they wouldn’t have been able to relock

the deadbolt. And if they had a key…”

“They wouldn’t have broken the window. Gotcha.” Aimee

stared at her. “You seem worried.”

Skye shook her head. “Not worried, really. Just have a weird

feeling. We should probably head out, see if there’s another house

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nearby, but before we do, I want to take a look out back. Why don’t

you wait here?”

“Not a chance. I’m coming with you.”

The ground to the rear of the cabin consisted of a graveled

stretch of about four feet that dropped off into a steep grade down

to the wooded land beyond. As they made their way to the site of

the broken window, Skye heard a whoosh of rocks slipping and felt

Aimee falling behind her. She planted her feet firmly and braced

herself to stop Aimee’s fall. She caught her, but the force of the fall

took them both down the hill.

Skye was the first to move. She sat up on her knees and brushed

herself off. Extending a hand to Aimee, she asked, “Are you okay?”

“Just shaken up a bit. I landed on something nice and soft.” She

felt behind her. “I thought it was you, but apparently not.” She sat up

and let Skye pull her to her feet.

As Aimee brushed the dirt and leaves from her clothes, Skye

pointed the beam of her flashlight into the spot where Aimee had

fallen. Aimee had fallen on something soft, all right, but it wasn’t

nice. No, it wasn’t nice at all.

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Go wait in front of the house.”

Aimee had never seen a dead body before, but her

shock didn’t keep her from bristling at the command. No way was

she leaving Skye’s side. Skye had the gun and the flashlight, and she

didn’t care if her protection came with a dead person on the side.

“I’m not moving.”

Skye shrugged. “Suit yourself, but go stand over there.” She

shone the flashlight on a tree a few feet away. Aimee didn’t move.

“Seriously, Aimee, this could be a crime scene. Do you really want

to leave traces of yourself next to a dead body?”

“Well, when you put it that way.” Aimee moved to the tree,

half relieved and half frustrated to be physically removed from the

action. “Is it a man or a woman? How did he or she die? Do you

think they fell out the window?”

“There you go with the questions in triplicate again.” Skye took

her time over the body before she answered. “It’s a man. He may have

fallen out the window, but that wasn’t what killed him. Judging by the

amount of blood and br—I mean other stuff, I’d say he was shot at

close range, maybe in the back of the head. Rigor has set in and the

body’s cool, but with the cool weather, I can’t really estimate how

long he’s been dead. The softness you felt was his big down jacket.”

Despite the dark, Aimee could tell Skye was riffling through

the dead guy’s clothes. “What’re you looking for? Should you be

touching him?” In deference to Skye’s alleged expertise, she left the

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last question unspoken, but her implication hung in the air. You’re

disturbing a potential crime scene.

“I worked homicide for years. I think I know what I’m doing.

I’m just trying to find some ID.” She sighed. “No wallet, nothing

in his pockets. Wait a minute, here’s something.” Skye shined the

flashlight at the man’s chest and leaned in. Aimee couldn’t help

herself, she moved closer until she was right behind Skye’s shoulder.

“What is it?”

“Dog tags. If these belong to this guy, then he is Private Baxter

of the Coalition of Patriot Sectarians.”

Realization dawned quickly. “Earl Junior!”

“That’s my guess.”

“Holy shit. I can’t believe we finally find him and he’s dead.”

Aimee cursed their bad luck. She was sure Earl was the link between

Nicki and the band of wackos the feds were after. Where were they

supposed to look now? As she considered the possibilities, another

thought crept along the edges of her disappointment, adjusting its

way into her focus. Dread kept the thought at bay until she noticed

she was the subject of Skye’s intense gaze. She met Skye’s eyes

with a steady stare of her own. Suddenly, reality dosed her full force.

“Oh my God, if Earl’s dead, then Nicki’s probably dead too.” She

strangled a howl of despair and sobbed quietly instead.

Within seconds, Skye slipped an arm around her and held her

close. Her murmured words of comfort were stilted, as if she wasn’t

used to the role of consoler, but the force behind them was genuine.

“Don’t cry. She could be fine. I’m not giving up. You shouldn’t

either. I’ll never give up. We’ll find her. I promise.”

Skye’s arms felt strong, warm, inviting. She wanted to lean into

Skye’s body and forget they were lost, forget they were standing next

to a dead body, forget she might never see Nicki again. As much as

she wanted to stay in the safety of Skye’s arms, she knew Skye was

right. She shouldn’t give up. She stifled her sobs and straightened.

“Sorry for the meltdown. Should we look around to see if her—I

mean, to see if she’s here?”

Skye seemed startled by her abrupt change in demeanor. “Uh,

okay. Sure. But wouldn’t you prefer I look around myself?”

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Aimee knew Skye’s protective instincts were kicking in, but

she was determined to face the situation head on. “Whatever there is

to see, I want to see it for myself.”

“Okay, but please walk right behind me to reduce our footprint.

I meant what I said about this being a crime scene.”

“Wait a minute; shouldn’t we just call nine one one?”

“Well, we could, but there are a few problems with that

approach.”

“And they are?”

Skye ticked off the list. “We don’t know where we are. What

will we tell the police about why we’re here in the first place? Do

you think they’re going to believe that we just found this cabin with

the window already broken out and a dead body in back? And, on

top of all that—”

Aimee held up a hand. “Enough. I get it.” She sighed. “I assume

you have a plan?”

Skye smiled. “Half-baked, but yes. I figured we’d look around

to see if we can tell if Nicki has been here, and then call for back-up.”

“Morgan and Parker?”

“None other.”

“I thought you didn’t want to use the phone?”

“I don’t, but we need to get out of here faster than we can on

foot, and I’d like to tell someone about this body, someone who’s

not going to arrest me on the spot. They can handle the details of

reporting, if they think that’s what we need to do.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Aimee held out her hand. “Give me the

flashlight. I’ll lead. You bring up the rear with the big gun.”

Skye hesitated only a moment before giving up the light. “Lead

on.” Within fifteen minutes, they’d searched the open space from

the rear of the house to a few feet into the thick woods behind.

They quickly determined there was nothing more they could do in

the dark without a machete and stronger light. Aimee leaned back

against a tree. “I think it’s time to make that call.”

“Let’s call from inside the cabin. While we’re in there, see if

you can find anything that can tell us where we are.”

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❖

Parker grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand and flipped it

open without looking at the number. Years as a homicide detective

meant she was trained to fully wake on an instant’s notice. Morgan

was asleep beside her so she whispered into the phone. “Casey here.”

“Parker, it’s Skye. We need some help.”

“I’m listening.” Parker carefully slid out of bed and padded out

of the room.

“Long story, but here are the highlights. We’re somewhere

near Wimberley, and we found Nicki’s boyfriend, Earl Baxter, Jr.

Problem is he’s dead. Not of natural causes. Feds are still following

us and my bike broke down. We’re at some cabin. Pretty sure the

feds are tracking us through cell phone GPS, but there are no other

phones around. I’ll figure out how to get us out of here, but dead

bodies are no longer my specialty, and I’d appreciate some legal

advice.”

If she wasn’t awake before, Skye’s “highlights” were like ice

water in her sleepy eyes. Dead body? “Sounds like you’ve been

pretty busy.” Something else Skye said was off. “Did you say ‘we’?

Who’s there with you?”

“Aimee. She stuck around. She’s kind of hard to shake.”

Parker paused before answering. Skye’s tone was more resigned

than frustrated, but she decided now wasn’t the time to ask about the

change of plans. “Okay, how did Earl die?”

“Gunshot wound.”

“Anything to tie you to the scene?”

“His body was outside the cabin. We found him after we entered

the cabin and left our fingerprints everywhere. Someone before

us had already broken the window. Oh, and Aimee took a tumble

headfirst into his body. No telling if she left any trace evidence

behind. For the most part, we haven’t disturbed the scene, and any

evidence left by whoever killed Earl should be intact.”

“Great. My first instinct is for you to get out of there. I can call

in a tip to the cops once you’re gone.”

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“Sounds like a plan. Hang on a minute. Aimee’s looking around

the cabin to see if she can find an address. I’m going to help her and

be right back.”

“Sure.” Parker set the phone down, sank into a chair, and yawned

big. As she finished, she felt a warm blanket, followed by loving

arms encircle her shoulders. She turned into Morgan’s embrace.

“Hey, babe, kind of cold to be wandering around the house in

your boxers, don’t you think?”

Parker grinned. “Guess I forgot to grab a robe.”

“I guess.” Morgan nodded at the phone. “Client?”

“Kind of. It’s Skye. She and Aimee ran into a jam.” She quickly

explained the situation. “You okay with the plan?” Parker valued

Morgan’s advice. Morgan had worked the defense side far longer

than she had. Whatever agency showed up to investigate Earl’s death

would want to talk to the people who’d found the body, but she and

Morgan could make arrangements to bring Skye and Aimee in for

an interview later. She had one question she wanted the answer to

now. She didn’t have to wait long before Skye was back on the line.

“Hey, Parker, we got an address.”

“Cool. Morgan’s here. I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Hi, Morgan. Sorry to wake you guys.”

“Nature of the biz. Not like I need to tell you that.”

Parker cleared her throat. “Skye, can Aimee hear us?”

“She’s right here, but no.”

“I hate to ask this, but do you think Nicki killed Earl?”

Beats of silence preceded Skye’s answer. “To tell the truth, it

hadn’t occurred to me. I was more worried she’d met the same fate.

No sign of that though.”

“Okay. We’ll worry about that when she turns up. Morgan

talked to the prosecutor again. Based on her reaction, we’re pretty

sure you’re on the right track with the militia connection. She’s

standing firm on her decision not to discuss the case until Nicki’s

in custody. I think it’s time for you to give up the search. You think

the feds are in your way? Once we report Earl’s death, you’re going

to start tripping over cops. Jake should be free soon. We’ll get him

on it.”

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Skye glanced at Aimee. She owed it to both of them to finish

this job. “No can do. We’re working a lead, and I want to follow it

through.” She paused. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it on a cell

phone. I can fill you in tomorrow.”

“Still stubborn, I see. Fine, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. Give

me that address.”

As Skye rattled off the information, Morgan took over the

conversation. “I know where that is. Skye, I can give you directions

out of there if you need them.”

“My bike broke down. We’ll be walking, but we’ll take any

directions you have to give.”

Morgan smiled. “I have a much better idea. Wait there.”

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Who’s coming to pick us up?” Aimee asked.

Skye answered without interrupting her steady gaze

out the front window of the cabin. “She didn’t say exactly who, just

that she knows people who live in the area. She was confident she

could get us a ride out of here.” Skye looked out the window for

the umpteenth time since she’d disconnected the call with Parker

and Morgan. She hoped whoever it was knew their way around the

country roads in the dark. She’d turned off her phone as soon as she

hung up the call.

“How will we know whoever shows up is a friend of Morgan

and not the feds?”

“They’ll flash their headlights three times and say Morgan’s

name.”

“What if the feds were listening in on the call and heard that

part of the instruction?”

Skye forced herself to be patient with Aimee and her questions.

This was all new to her, and understandably scary. Precisely why

you shouldn’t have let her come with you. “They don’t have that

capability. Well, they do, but it’s expensive and troublesome to use.

Besides, they would have to have a wiretap warrant, and contrary to

what you may hear, those are hard to come by. They’re interested in

following us to find her, but they’re not going to go to the trouble to

get a warrant to listen to us.”

“If you say so.”

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Skye observed Aimee’s folded arms and closed off demeanor,

and softened her own stance in response. “Hey, Nicki’s okay and

we’re going to find her.”

“You don’t know that.”

You’re right, I don’t. And I don’t usually make promises,

especially ones I have no idea if I can keep. Skye didn’t bother

questioning her instinct to do so now. “We’re going to find her and

bring her home.”

“I hope you’re right. I just—”

Skye held up a hand to cut her off. “Look down there. I believe

our ride has arrived.” She drew her gun, but kept it behind her back.

She wanted to be cautious, but she didn’t want to scare the Good

Samaritan Morgan had managed to drag out of bed to rescue them.

“You wait here and I’ll wave if the coast is clear.” She shoved her

helmet into her duffle bag, threw the bag over her shoulder, and

started for the door.

Aimee was right on her heels. “Don’t you know by now that

you’re not leaving me behind?”

“I guess I should.” She sighed. “Come on.” She reached out

and Aimee grabbed her hand.

“Does it offend you to know I feel safer with you than without

you?” Aimee asked.

Skye chuckled at the frank admission as she led the way to the

waiting SUV. “No, it only surprises me. After all, the last time you

followed me, you careened down a steep hill and fell face-first into

a dead body.” She experienced her own surprise at how natural, how

right Aimee’s hand felt, grasped in her own.

As they approached the waiting vehicle, the driver lowered the

window and poked his head out. “Skye, Aimee?”

Skye motioned for Aimee to be quiet. “Who sent you?”

“Morgan Bradley.”

Skye heard the click of the locks disengaging, and she opened

the rear door. She helped Aimee inside, then slid into the seat beside

her. The overhead light was on, and finally Skye could get a good

look at their rescuer. She started to say thanks, but surprise robbed

her breath.

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Luckily, he spoke first. “Detective Keaton, good to see you

again.”

Aimee glanced back and forth between Skye and the driver,

clearly picking up on their familiarity. Skye finally found words.

“Good to see you too, Judge Bradley, although I must say you’re

probably the last person on earth I expected to see this evening.”

He laughed and his good humor was infectious. “Call me John.

I suppose you wouldn’t necessarily know where I’ve chosen to

spend my golden years. Morgan’s mom and I have owned property

down here for years, but now that I’m retired we can enjoy it year

round.” He turned his attention to Aimee. “John Bradley, at your

service. I don’t think we’ve met, but I know your father, Gordon,

even if we run in different political circles.”

Aimee was clearly unaffected by the late night appearance of

a judge to escort them away from a crime scene. “Glad to meet

you, Mr. Bradley. No offense, but would you mind if we put some

distance between us and this spooky place?”

He laughed again and quickly complied. Skye thought it

strange to hear someone address him as anything other than “judge.”

She’d appeared in Judge Bradley’s felony court dozens of times as

a witness for the state. The unwritten rule of courthouse etiquette

was once you knew someone as a judge, they always merited the

formal address. Of course, Aimee would only ever call him mister,

and Morgan called him “Dad.”

As they drove away, Skye felt she owed a duty of candor toward

the judge. “Did Morgan fill you in on the circumstances?”

“She told me there’s a body behind that cabin, and that you

think you know who it is.”

“Well, that’s about the sum of it, except just to be clear, that’s a

crime scene back there.”

John caught her eye in the rearview mirror. “I understand.

Morgan tells me you came upon that body after the fact. She’ll

take care of reporting it and you’ll make yourself available to the

authorities to discuss what you found, am I right?”

“Yes, sir.”

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“Then I don’t have any worries about helping out a couple of

folks who happen to be stranded in the country.” He gave them both

a once-over. “No offense, ladies, but you look like you could use a

hot meal and some rest. We’ll take care of both once we get you to

our cabin.”

“Thank you.” Skye spent the rest of the ride looking out the

window. Morgan was lucky to have a father who took her at her

word, trusted her to do the right thing. Skye reflected on her own

father’s reaction to her decision to finally do the right thing and suffer

the consequences. She knew he hadn’t fought for her to remain on

the force, and the fact he’d found her a crappy security job was a

sure signal of his disapproval. Where Morgan could do no wrong in

her father’s eyes, Skye could do nothing right. The realization stung.

The drive seemed short, and Skye wondered if she should have

tried to find her way out of the woods without involving anyone

else. When they pulled up in front of the judge’s home, she almost

laughed out loud. Judge Bradley’s cabin was a mansion compared

to the one-room shack in the woods they’d just left. The front porch

featured tall cedar beams with an expansive outdoor seating area.

The property appeared to be at least a couple thousand square feet.

The judge opened the front door and invited them in. A large gourmet

kitchen opened into a spacious den. She spied one closed door off to

the right and a staircase to the upper floor to the left.

A woman entered the room from the kitchen greeting them

warmly. “Hi, I’m Marilyn Bradley.”

The warmth stayed, but concern flickered in her eyes as she

focused on their disheveled appearance. “Are you two okay? I’ll

show you to your room and you can get settled in while I heat up

some leftovers.” She pointed to the staircase. “Right this way.”

She took the stairs without waiting for a response. Her bustling

manner reminded Skye of Aimee and her plunge-right-in attitude. As

if she could hear her thoughts, Aimee grabbed her hand and tugged

her along. Skye enjoyed the feel of Aimee’s touch until they reached

the threshold of a bedroom with one beautiful four-poster bed, and

Marilyn announced, “We have a sofa bed in the study downstairs,

but I think this room’s more private.” She opened the closet door.

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“There are towels, robes, and a random assortment of clothes in

here. Help yourselves. Come on down whenever you’re ready.”

She was gone before Skye finished processing her words.

Aimee sank into the fluffy down comforter and leaned back into the

pillows. “This sure beats sleeping in the woods.”

Reality dawned and Skye shook her head. After the night

they’d had, she’d have a hard enough time sleeping. She didn’t need

the added distraction of sharing a cushy bed with a sexy bed partner.

❖

Aimee patted the pillow beside her. “Take a load off. This bed

feels great.” Skye had become edgy ever since Marilyn had left the

room. If she could get Skye to relax, maybe she could find a way

inside.

Skye stood in place. “I’m good. I’m going to go see if I can find

the judge and talk to him about locating my bike.”

“Uh, Skye?” Aimee held up her wrist, and made a show of

checking the time. “It’s almost midnight. Do you honestly think

you’re going to find your bike in the middle of the night?” Skye’s

expression told her she hadn’t thought her getaway plan through.

“Besides, we just got here. Don’t you think it would be rude to leave

so soon?”

Skye gave in. She sat, more like she half sat, on the edge of the

bed, but it was progress. Aimee offered small talk as a way to relax

them both. “This is a nice place.”

“It is.”

“Out in the middle of nowhere has its appeal.”

“I suppose.”

“Are you going to give two word responses to everything I

say?”“No.”

Skye cracked a smile, and Aimee laughed. “That’s more like

it.” She sniffed the air. “Whatever Marilyn’s cooking down there

smells pretty darn good.”

“I’m so hungry I could eat shoe leather.”

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“Then I’m glad all my Jimmy Choos are safe at home.” Aimee

wiggled her feet and admired her black leather bike boots. “Although

I must say, I’m liking my new look.”

Skye’s grin was wide. “You make the boots look good.” She

hesitated then said, “Those shoes you were wearing at the bar? They

were hot.” Her voice was quiet, almost shy.

She noticed what I was wearing? Aimee wasn’t sure how to

respond. Skye was like a cat that shows you affection when it wants,

then shies away the minute you initiate contact. Her desire told her

to pursue the contact, but her instincts told her to approach with

caution. She settled on neutrality.

“I dressed up that night. It was my birthday.”

Skye reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Her palm remained cupped on Aimee’s cheek and she whispered.

“Happy late birthday.”

“Thanks.” What was the wistful look on Skye’s face?

“Every time I’ve seen you, you’ve been dressed up.”

Aimee’s laugh was bitter. “You should tell that to my mother.

She thinks I’m a vagabond compared to the daughters of her friends.

If it’s not couture, you may as well stay home.”

“I wouldn’t know couture if it bit me in the ass.”

“I’ll take you to meet my mother. She’ll tell you all about it.”

“Sounds like an experience I’d rather avoid.” Skye cocked her

head. “I detect a hint of animosity. You don’t get along with your

mother?”

“Both of my parents think I’m deluded. They believe that one

day their lesbian daughter will abandon her little business venture

and return to the fold, marry well, and do her part in building the

Howard empire.”

Skye nodded. “Sounds rough. I—” She stopped abruptly.

This was the longest personal conversation they’d had and

Aimee didn’t want it to end. “What?”

Skye shook her head, but Aimee hung on. “What’re your

parents like?”

“My mom is a devoted wife and mother. She believes her duty

in life is to cook, clean, and care for every need of my father. When

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my brothers and I lived at home, she did everything for us. She’s the

perfect housewife.”

The muscles in Skye’s jaw tightened as she talked. Skye hadn’t

mentioned her father, and Aimee debated delving further. The

articles she’d read had supplied a few details. Skye’s father and her

brothers were all cops. What was it like for Skye to be summarily

dismissed from the family business? Back at the compound, it was

obvious Skye’s cop instincts were deeply ingrained. She’d admitted

she missed her career, but Aimee could tell the loss was as much

personal as it was professional. Skye said she didn’t want to talk

about it, but she sensed the issue was the primary barrier to her

giving in to their mutual attraction. She was determined to break

through.

“It’s hard to break from the family tradition.”

Skye’s expression was confused at first, then settled into

granite. “I didn’t.”

“I mean—”

Skye cut her off in a cold, biting tone. “I know exactly what

you mean. Look, I didn’t choose not to be a cop. It was all I ever

had. All I ever wanted. I dedicated my life to the department, but I

had to leave.”

The implication was clear—Aimee chose the break with her

family, Skye hadn’t been given a choice. Aimee felt the sting of her

pain. She didn’t doubt the source was genuine, and all she wanted

to do was make it go away. Skye probably expected her chilly

demeanor to make Aimee retreat, but it had exactly the opposite

effect. She leaned in close, her mouth slightly parted, and slipped

her arms around Skye’s waist. Skye took her offering without

hesitation. Their lips met and melted the barriers between them.

The Skye who’d shied from any intimacy disappeared. This Skye

couldn’t get close enough. Without breaking the kiss, she edged her

hands under Aimee’s sweater. Aimee gasped at the feel of Skye’s

hands on her bare skin. She arched her back and urged Skye in.

The sensations were all over the place. Sweet, wild,

commanding. She’d always been the one in charge, in charge of

money, in charge of the house. She didn’t want to be, but the parade

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of women she’d allowed in her life all looked to her to take care of

them, see to their needs before her own. She did. It was the price

she paid for companionship, and a fair exchange for never having

to worry about whether they loved her because of her money. She

knew they did.

Skye couldn’t care less about her fortune. She loathed the

trappings of Aimee’s success. Yet, she needed the tender care Aimee

had to offer more than any of the takers Aimee had let enter her

heart and her home. Skye’s gruff exterior housed a tender soul, one

broken by the betrayal of her professional family. She no longer

cared about Skye’s past except to want to be there for her as she

healed from the wounds it had inflicted. Skye would never ask for

what she needed, but Aimee desperately wanted to give—her love,

her care, herself. She pulled Skye close and savored the moment,

hoping it would last.

❖

Skye floated through the air, and everything fell away. She

and Aimee were the only two people in the world. Aimee’s lips,

her hands, her tongue, were soft, tender, inviting. She reveled in

the luxury of weightlessness. Aimee’s touch was the only reality,

and it told her truths. She cared. Hers was not the rapid seeking of

release that Skye knew well from her conquests at the bar. Those

women sought climax, quick and sure, over and over. She’d given

them what they wanted. She didn’t blame them for the shallow need.

She’d told herself her needs were shallow too.

But were they? Did she really enjoy the emptiness that always

followed a night of drinking and fucking? Stumbling from strangers’

beds, dragging the floor for the scattered pieces of her clothing—

was that her desire?

No. She desired more, but didn’t deserve it. She’d lowered

the barriers a couple of times, but raised them quickly when she

learned compromise between her personal and professional life was

required. She didn’t have a professional life anymore. She’d been

kicked off the force, and her first gig as a private investigator was

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destined to be her last. She failed to find the girl, failed to keep

anyone from getting hurt, failed to maintain the boundary between

herself and her client.

The weightlessness was gone. Heavy sadness settled on her

shoulders. The tenderness was still there, but she couldn’t feel it.

She wasn’t supposed to have what Aimee was offering, and she

wasn’t going to take it.

She pulled away. Aimee’s half-lidded eyes reflected dreams

she’d never permit herself to have. She detached herself from

Aimee’s grasp and stood. “I have to go.” The statement was lame.

She wasn’t sure why she said anything at all, but it seemed the only

way to transition from what had happened to what wouldn’t.

“Where?”

Anywhere, but here. “I need to talk to the judge.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No.”

“No?” Aimee’s expression slowly moved from dreamy to

aware. Skye saw a flicker of hurt, and she hated her own harshness

even as she cloaked herself in it.

“We can’t do this.” She waved her hand back and forth between

them.“This?” Aimee echoed, and then ignored the boundary she

erected, and moved back into Skye’s space. “Sure we can.” She

circled her arms around Skye’s waist and rested her head on her

shoulder. “This feels good. Doesn’t it?”

It did. It felt great. But it could never be. Skye placed her hands

on Aimee’s arms and gently pushed her away. “You’re my client.”

“As I recall, you made it perfectly clear you work for Morgan

and Parker.”

“And I never will again if they find out I had sex with one of

their clients.”

“Sex, huh? Well, you seem pretty sure of yourself. I thought we

were just kissing.”

“What?” Skye practically shouted her indignation.

“Calm down, I’m kidding. Of course I want more. Don’t tell

me you don’t.”

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“I don’t,” Skye lied.

“Bullshit.” Aimee’s smile was at odds with the harsh word.

“Seriously, Aimee. We can’t do this. I have a job to do, and I’m

far from finished.”

“And, as your employer, I’m prescribing a break for you.”

Skye stood and walked across the room. When she turned back

to face Aimee, she shook with anger. “Here’s what you don’t get.

You’re my client, not my employer. Morgan and Parker hired me.

They gave me a real job when no one else would. No one.

“I have to find Nicki. If we don’t, you’ll go back to your fancy

Highland Park home and move on with your life. I, on the other

hand, will be forced to dress up in a polyester cop wannabe uniform

and go back to protecting cars during the graveyard shift.” She

swept her gaze over Aimee’s body, the only caress she dared give.

“Sex with you would be fantastic in the moment, but when you go

back to your life and I go back to mine, it’ll just be one more thing

I can never have again.”

Skye didn’t wait for a response before she left the room.

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Aimee watched the door close behind Skye. Her emotions

ranged from defensive to defeated. She hadn’t meant to

make Skye angry, but she didn’t deserve to bear the brunt of it either.

It wasn’t her fault Skye had no options. Skye’s future pitfalls were

the result of her choices in the past, not any she’d make here, with

her, in the present.

What kind of information was in Skye’s sealed police personnel

file? Was it the key to her distance? Or were the walls around her

heart erected in response to a personal, rather than professional,

disaster? She desperately wanted to know, but feared she’d never

have answers. She’d tried. Lieutenant Dawson and Parker had

offered tidbits, but stonewalled when it came to detail. Of course,

at the time, she’d been more concerned about whether Skye was

worthy of a job. The prospect of wanting more from Skye hadn’t

even crossed her mind.

Hadn’t it? From the moment she’d seen her, she’d wanted to

fold herself in her strong arms. Their attraction had been immediate,

sure, and mutual. Skye couldn’t hide the fact she felt it too. She’d

stopped trying. What had she said? Sex with you would be fantastic.

In the moment.

Aimee knew it would be fantastic for more than just the

moment. She knew if Skye would open up to her, she wouldn’t

want the moment to end. Would Skye? Was that what Skye was

afraid of, the possibility of wanting more? She realized her desire

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for Skye went far beyond a physical craving. She wanted to curl

inside her, learn her truths, embrace her weakness, and soothe her

soul. She wanted to feel her strength, share the load, and relinquish

her control to Skye’s command. She knew what these feelings were,

even though she’d never had them before. Love was a word she

bandied about whenever she’d selected her latest catch. What she

felt for Skye was completely different from anything she’d ever felt

before, and she knew only these feelings were worthy to be called

love. She vowed she’d never be careless with the word again.

❖

Aimee, dressed in a pair of sweats she’d found hanging in

the upstairs closet, found Marilyn alone in the spacious kitchen,

standing over a huge stockpot on the stove. Neither Skye nor Mr.

Bradley were anywhere in sight.

“Hi, Aimee, are you hungry?” Marilyn didn’t wait for an

answer. She ladled steaming stew into a large bowl and pushed it

her way. “I hope you like beef stew. I made this yesterday, and it’s

had time to settle and absorb all the flavors. Pull up a chair.”

“Sorry I took so long up there. I desperately needed a shower.”

She nodded her head toward the bowl of stew. “It looks great.”

She’d lost her appetite after the scene with Skye, but she didn’t want

to seem impolite. Aimee blew on a spoon of the hot stew before

forcing herself to take a small bite. She groaned. “This is amazing.

Thank you. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

“I’m glad you like it. Secret family recipe. I can write it down

for you if you like.” Marilyn’s grin was infectious, and Aimee

couldn’t help but smile despite the turmoil she felt inside. Where

was Skye? She could hear quiet voices coming from the closed

study door. Was she in there?

She looked up to see Marilyn following her gaze. “John’s in

there with your friend. I think they’re plotting.”

My friend? Aimee held back a laugh. They’d gone straight from

strangers to almost lovers, skipping the friend part entirely. Maybe

if she was Skye’s friend, she would have better insight into the

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source of her pain, could help her find a way through it. Friendship

wasn’t all she wanted, but it was a start. “I should join them since

it’s my niece they’re plotting about.” She stood and walked toward

the closed door.

Marilyn placed a hand on her arm. “Actually, Skye asked to

speak to John alone. I swore we wouldn’t interrupt. Give them a few

minutes. I’m sure she’ll come get you.”

Aimee returned to her chair. She wasn’t so sure. She’d

continually pushed the boundaries Skye had erected with no regard

for Skye’s feelings. The parade of women she’d moved in and out

of her home over the years had never minded when she directed

the show. As long as her money and position afforded them all

the worldly trappings they wanted, they were happy to relinquish

control.

Skye was different. Her ability to control was her armor. She

would never barter her power away. Aimee regretted every one

of her careless remarks about how she was Skye’s boss, how her

money was funding the investigation, how her decisions were final.

Why should she be surprised that Skye wouldn’t be vulnerable to

her? She’d made it clear she was responsible for Skye’s professional

success.

It may be too late to keep Skye from shutting down, but she

resolved to stop acting like an ass.

She set her spoon down. “Marilyn, your stew is delicious, but

I’m exhausted. Would you mind if I went upstairs? I need to lie

down.”

“Of course not. No offense, but you look exhausted.”

“I am.”

“What should I tell Skye?”

“Tell her…tell her I’m sorry I missed her, that whatever plan

she makes will be perfect.” I only hope it includes me.

❖

Skye described what she and Aimee had found at the cabin and

finished with, “Judge, I’d rather not involve you in any of this.”

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Judge Bradley motioned Skye to a chair. “You didn’t call me.

My daughter did.” He smiled. “Looks like I’m already involved.

Morgan filled me in on the details of your investigation and asked

me to do whatever I can to help. What’s up next?”

Skye considered. “My Harley’s out in the woods somewhere

and it won’t start. Hopefully, it’s just a loose wire or simple short in

the ignition switch, either of which I can fix, but if not, I’ll need to

find a mechanic.” She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket. “I

have the directions to the compound. I don’t think it’s far away. We

drove for a while after we left there, but it was mostly in circles. If

I can get back there, I can probably find it. It’s not new, but it’s very

valuable to me and would be to anyone who finds it.”

“Not in the dark you won’t. Get a good night’s sleep, and I’ll

take you in the morning. We don’t get much traffic around here at

night. It’ll be safe until morning. Once we find it, we’ll get a tow

service to bring it here so you can take a look at it and decide what

needs to be done.”

Skye shuddered at the thought of being without wheels for who

knew how long. As if he could read her mind, the judge said, “I

have an old pickup out back. You’re welcome to it for as long as

you need.”

Skye started to decline, before she remembered the list of

supplies Davis had handed her before they left the assembly the

night before. No way could she carry all that stuff on her bike, and

they better show with at least some of it when they arrived at their

meeting the next day. A pickup truck was the perfect solution.

If the plan was still on. She wasn’t sure Aimee would want

to do anything with her ever again. She could hardly blame her.

She’d acted like the burn of Aimee’s touch was painful when it was

anything but. The only pain she’d felt was the sting of knowing

she could never have what Aimee offered. The sex would be mind-

blowing, but it would end. And when it did, Aimee would return to

her pampered and privileged life while Skye picked up the pieces of

her shattered existence.

This time the loss would be total. She’d thought her success

centered around her career, but for the first time in her life, she

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wanted more. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere

along the way, her attraction to Aimee had become more than

sexual. She respected her, admired her, liked her even. In Aimee’s

arms, for the briefest of moments, she’d let herself dream she could

have everything.

The dream died as quickly as it came. She’d be lucky to come

out of this with one thing, a salvaged career. She would focus all her

efforts on finding Nicki, and move on.

“Skye?”

She looked up into Judge Bradley’s concerned eyes. She

must’ve drifted off. “I’m sorry, sir. I guess I’m more tired than I

realized.”

“You’ve had a tough year.”

Skye caught the reference. The retired Dallas judge no doubt

still kept up with headline cases back in his old jurisdiction. She

nodded. “I have.”

“You were a good cop.”

Skye had testified in his court numerous times before he

retired. She didn’t remember specific cases, but she knew he would

probably remember her trademarks: self-confident, well-spoken,

friendly toward the jury, and unflappable to the defense. He had

seen her at her best. He had never seen her shortcuts, never had to

toss evidence she’d gathered because she’d skated the rules.

“I wasn’t always. Your daughter-in-law could tell you stories.”

“I doubt Parker would ever reveal a confidence.” He paused.

“We knew the Burkes, and since Morgan and Parker were both

involved in the case, I followed it closely. All Parker’s ever said

about you is that you were the reason Teddy Burke was finally off

the streets.”

“Respectfully, sir, there’s a lot more to it than that.”

“There usually is.” He leaned back in his chair. “You know,

Skye, I was on the bench for thirty years. As much as my job was to

protect the process, I’ve come to realize that sometimes the process

protects the wrong people. In those cases, the outcome is really all

that matters.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “If you ever tell my

zealous daughters I said that, I will deny it to the grave.”

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Skye returned his chuckle. “Thank you, sir.” She stood and

looked at her watch. One a.m. “I’m sorry to keep you up. I didn’t

realize it was so late.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m a night owl. But I imagine you’re

going to want to check on your bike first thing. Why don’t you head

on to bed so we can get an early start?”

As Skye trudged up the stairs to the room where she’d left

Aimee, she realized what she really needed was a new start.

❖

Aimee woke to the sound of light groans. She’d fallen asleep

in her clothes, on top of the covers while she waited for Skye to

come to their room. Heavy shades blocked out all light, and she

had no idea what time it was. She felt the space beside her, but no

one else was in the bed. A few fumbles on the nightstand, and she

located the switch for a small lamp. In the dim light, she saw Skye

across the room, curled up in a hardback rocking chair, shaking and

moaning. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest, and at

first Aimee thought she was cold. She grabbed a blanket from the

bed and tiptoed across the room. As she covered Skye’s restless,

sleeping form, she considered waking her, inviting her to bed. She

looked uncomfortable, thrashing about, but Skye had chosen the

chair over the bed, and Aimee respected her choice. She couldn’t

resist one selfish act before she returned to bed. She leaned forward

and kissed Skye lightly on the forehead.

As she turned back toward the bed, her arm was jerked behind

her. “No!” Skye yelled, as she wrestled Aimee to the floor. “Get

out!”Aimee gasped, her face pressed into the rug by the side of the

bed, and Skye’s weight on her back. “Skye, it’s me. Aimee. Let me

go!” Suddenly, Skye released her arm and stood. Aimee rolled over,

but she remained on the floor, unsure about her next move. Skye’s

eyes were wild, and Aimee wasn’t sure she was fully awake. Skye

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leaned against the bed and slid to the floor. Aimee scooted over

next to her, more concerned about Skye’s condition than she was

about another attack. She tugged Skye’s head onto her shoulder and

stroked her hair. “Skye, baby, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. You’re

safe. You’re safe.”

❖

Skye was bound tight, facedown on the floor. She was no longer

a danger to him—his well-timed kicks to her kidneys were all for

sport. Blood ran down her face from where he’d struck her with

the pistol when she opened the door. The blood pooled on the wood

floor beneath her face. She choked on the metallic smell. She passed

out before he tired of kicking her. When she woke up, she was still

bound, on her back now, metal springs an inch above her face. She

was under her bed. She cried for help, but the tape on her mouth

rendered her silent.

Finally, she stopped crying out. No one could hear her. She’d

brought this on herself. She was going to die because she’d been so

interested in an easy conviction, she’d let a psychopath go free. She

struggled to move, but she only succeeded in moving a few inches.

Her eyelids felt heavy. If she could pass out again, the pain might

go away. She closed her eyes and willed herself unconscious. As her

world turned gray, she heard a voice calling her name.

“Skye, Skye.”

Hands reached out to her. Her eyes fluttered open. Aimee was

stroking her head, murmuring comfort.

“What happened?”

“Bad dream?” Aimee said.

Dream, no. Nightmare, yes. She felt the cold sweat pool under

her clothes. She was used to it, although it had been at least a week

since she’d woken to her own cries. Skye shuddered. The haze

was gone, and she remembered where she was. Ironic she should

have the dream in Morgan’s parents’ home. If it weren’t for their

daughter-in-law, she would have died that day.

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She struggled to sit up. “I’m okay.”

Aimee gradually loosened her hold, but she didn’t let go. “You

have dreams like that often?”

Skye looked into Aimee’s eyes, and she saw her own pain

reflected there. Her instinct was to turn away, but instead she held

her gaze and answered, “I do.”

“Care to talk about it?”

She didn’t. Beyond a few sessions with the department shrink,

she never had. She was as surprised as Aimee when she started

talking.

“About a year ago, I worked the Camille Burke case. Surely

you heard about it?”

Aimee nodded.

“Then you must know how it turned out. I stacked the deck, but

it turns out all my instincts were wrong. I’ve paid the price. Teddy

Burke beat me unconscious. Almost killed me. The job covered up

my transgressions, but they kicked me out as soon as I did my part

and testified against him. The nightmares are my souvenir.”

Aimee’s expression hadn’t changed; the compassion was still

there. Skye had no other explanation for why she kept talking.

“He rang my doorbell. He was wearing a hat, carrying a

clipboard. Oldest trick in the book. When I opened the door, he

knocked me out with the butt of his pistol. While I was unconscious,

he tied me up, and then he beat me. Parker saved my life. Of course,

the nightmare doesn’t end that way. He just keeps beating me, over

and over.” Her voice trailed off as she felt Aimee’s arms slide around

her waist. She didn’t move away. Instead, she shared another secret.

“The Burke case wasn’t the first time I crossed the line. I made

a habit of it.”

If Aimee was shocked, she didn’t show it. “Seems like the

department enjoyed the benefit of your transgressions. Why did they

let you go?”

“I ratted myself out. The ultimate sin. I could break all the rules

I wanted as long as I didn’t get caught.” She feigned nonchalance.

“It was time to move on.”

“You still have plenty of admirers in the department.”

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She sized Aimee up. “You checked me out?”

“I did.” Aimee didn’t even try to act embarrassed. “I’m sorry

I pried.”

“It’s okay.” Skye wasn’t upset. Instead, she felt strangely

relieved to have shared as much as she did.

“Why don’t you get some sleep? We have a busy day tomorrow.”

Aimee stood and tugged her to her feet. “Get in the bed. I swear I’ll

keep my hands to myself.”

“I’m sorry about earlier.” She fumbled for words to describe

her need and why she couldn’t give in to it. “I didn’t mean to hurt

you.”“Shh. We’re good.” Aimee patted her on the shoulder. “Let’s

find Nicki, and then you can go back to your life and I’ll go back to

mine.”

Skye didn’t have the energy to argue. She hauled herself into

bed and closed her eyes. As she faded into sleep, visions of Aimee,

not Teddy Burke filled her dreams, and she wondered what life

would be like without her.

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Skye wasn’t there when Aimee woke. Through sleepy eyes,

she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Ten a.m. She

hadn’t meant to sleep late, but she could use another few hours

before she felt human again. Propped against the clock was a folded

piece of paper with her name printed neatly on the outside.

Aimee,

I’ve gone with the judge to take care of my bike.

I’ll meet you back here.

Sleep in. You’ll need the rest.

Skye

Had Skye ducked out early because she was embarrassed about

her revelations from the night before? Or was the idea of waking up

next to her distasteful?

She remembered her own words from the night before, “You

can go back to your life and I’ll go back to mine.”

Why had she said that? She hadn’t meant it. After only a week,

she couldn’t imagine her life without Skye in it, but she had just as

much trouble when she tried to picture how Skye would fit into her

life back in Dallas. Funny, all the women she’d brought into her

home loved her wealth and the access her position afforded them,

but she’d never stopped to consider whether they would before

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she’d invited them in. It wasn’t that she hadn’t cared about the other

women, but she’d always known, at least subconsciously, they were

interesting stops along her life’s journey, but not the destination.

The incredibly strong emotional attraction she felt for Skye signaled

destiny. What Skye thought, what she felt, mattered to her. She

could tell Skye hadn’t cared for the expensive trappings of her

home, and would hate her fast-paced event schedule. But she sensed

Skye had come to respect her and their interactions were now laced

with desire rather than resentment. She wanted to explore these new

feelings, and she sensed that despite her resistance, Skye did as well.

Would they be able to find a common ground?

She traced a finger over the writing on Skye’s note and saved

those concerns for another time. Now she had to focus on the search

for Nicki, not dwell on unlikely possibilities.

She considered exploring downstairs for coffee, but decided

on a shower instead to wake herself up. The hot steam from the

shower brought her back to life. She stayed under the pounding

stream until the water ran cold. When she stepped out, she reached

for the robe she’d left hanging on the door hook and noticed its

twin hanging on the hook beside it. Skye must have used it earlier.

She drew it to her face and breathed deeply before placing it back

on the hook.

Dressed in her own robe, she opened the door. Skye sat on the

edge of the bed, dressed in a fresh outfit with a couple of shopping

bags beside her.

“I went to the hotel and picked up our things.”

“Thank God.” She sashayed in her robe. “I don’t think the

patriots would approve of me showing up in a robe.”

Skye shot her a look of approval. “I doubt they’d mind.”

Aimee ignored the veiled compliment. “Beat it. I need to get

dressed. We only have a couple hours before we have to meet with

the motley crew. We should probably get those supplies so they

think we’re serious.”

“Already done.”

“Well, you’ve had a busy morning haven’t you?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Decided I may as well be productive.”

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Aimee flinched inside. She should have ignored her promise

to leave Skye alone. If she’d held Skye through the night, she could

have chased the demons away. She changed the subject. “Have you

figured out how we find our way back to the racetrack? And what

about your bike? Is it fixed? How are we going to haul all those

supplies?”

Skye laughed. Aimee shot her a mock glare. “What’s so funny?”

“You’ve graduated to quadruple questions.” Skye raised a hand

and ticked off the answers on her fingers. “My bike’s being towed

here, I need more time to check it out and either fix it myself or

find a shop in the area. In the meantime, the Bradleys have offered

us the use of a pickup, and I have a map that will get us back to the

racetrack. Did I cover everything?”

“You did.”

“Okay, now that we’ve checked off your list, I have a checklist

of my own.” Skye paused and cleared her throat. “Have a seat.”

“Sounds serious.” Aimee sat on the edge of the bed. She

shoved her hands underneath her thighs to keep from tapping them

nervously on the mattress. “What’s up?”

“About today. I’ve worked out an alternate plan. I’ll show up

for the meeting and convince White you’ve given me control over

your vast wealth. I’ll get whatever information I can find out about

Nicki, then report back.”

“You’re cutting me out.”

“No.”

“Yes, you are.”

“These people are dangerous. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel a

wave of anger at the meeting last night? This guy White has only

just begun to get that crowd stirred up. I have a bad feeling about

today.”

Aimee’s instinct was to push back. No way was she going to let

Skye cut her out now, especially not if they were drawing closer to

finding Nicki. She studied Skye’s face, but saw no signs of a power

grab. No, she saw only concern. She flashed back to the image of

Earl Junior’s body. “You’re really worried, aren’t you?”

Skye didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

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“Then let’s call the whole thing off. Go back to Dallas. We’ll

talk to Morgan and Parker. Make a new plan.”

“You aren’t serious?”

Aimee studied Skye’s incredulous expression, and knew she’d

found her hook. “Oh, but I am. If you show up without me, White

will get suspicious. You’d be better off not showing up at all.”

Skye didn’t say anything for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, she stood, strode across the room, and pulled something

from one of the bags. As she turned, Aimee gasped when she

recognized the gun in Skye’s hand.

“Where did you get that?”

“The store.” She handed it over, grip first.

Aimee hefted the Taurus Judge in her hand. It was a big gun,

but the weight felt good. “Mine is blue.”

“Of course it is.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Skye smirked. “Nothing.” She reached back into the bag and

pulled out a couple boxes of ammo. “I wasn’t sure if you preferred

forty-five or four ten bore shot. I got both.” She tossed the boxes

on the bed. “Guess we’re on for our meeting. Bring your big-ass

handbag this time. I’ll see you downstairs.”

Skye left before she could respond.

❖

Aimee entered the kitchen and found Skye and the Bradleys

clustered around the large table. “What’s up?”

Skye answered first. “I figured we could use an extra set of eyes

on Earl Junior’s stuff.” She picked up Earl’s diary. “Marilyn thinks

those numbers you found may be wire transfer confirmations.”

“Occupational hazard.” Marilyn raised her hands in the air.

“I’m a retired banker.”

Aimee sat on the bench seat next to Skye. “Let me see.” She

thumbed through the book, noting the dates on the entries. “There’s

something familiar about these dates.” She tapped her fingers on the

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table in an effort to jog her memory. “Hey, do you still have Nicki’s

bank records?”

Skye shook her head. “They went missing after the feds visited

my motel room.”

“No problem.” She turned to the Bradleys. “Any chance you

have a computer I can use?”

Judge Bradley returned within moments, laptop in hand. “We

may be out in the boonies, but there’s a wireless card attached.”

Aimee launched the Internet site for Nicki’s bank and selected

the account Nicki shared with the mysterious William P. Gale. As

Skye leaned close to watch over her shoulder, she tried to ignore

their close proximity, an increasingly difficult proposition. She

gave Skye a task to keep her busy. “Read out the dates with the odd

notations in Earl’s diary.”

As Skye called out the dates, Aimee checked the online records.

A pattern quickly developed. “Earl was tracking the deposits into

this account. Every single one of the transfers is represented in his

diary.”

“Who’s William Gale?” the judge asked.

Aimee thought she knew the answer. “Maybe Earl was posing

as this Gale person, although I don’t get why she would use her real

name and he wouldn’t use his.”

Skye leaned in close again. “Google that name. William P.

Gale.”Aimee typed in the words for the search. Dozens of results

showed up on the screen. She read a few tidbits out loud. “‘Racial

and National Identity, a Sermon by the Rev. William P. Gale…’

‘William P. Gale became an honorary member of the Ku Klux

Klan…’ ‘William P. Gale, the self-styled minister who headed the

white supremacist Posse Comitatus and other racist groups has

died…’ I don’t get it. Do you think she opened an account with this

guy? He’s dead.”

Judge Bradley answered before Skye could. “He’s dead, but his

spirit lives on. He was one of the original all-American terrorists.

Under the guise of his church, he preached his anti-government,

intolerant views. Unfortunately, lots of people listened to him.”

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“Still do,” Skye added. “It’s been a while, but I worked a task

force with the Feds around the time of the Oklahoma bombing.

Gales’s writings influenced people like Timothy McVeigh and Terry

Nichols, and unfortunately renewed their movement. You’d think

an event like that would drive them underground, but headlines only

cause more of them to come looking for limelight.”

Aimee shuddered. “All I know is they seemed like a bunch of

kooks.”

“You’re right and that’s exactly what makes them dangerous.

They think the government is conspiring to take away their basic

rights, so they believe they’re perfectly justified in defying the

government in whatever way they deem necessary. They don’t

believe in regulations, taxes, or banks—anything that represents a

restriction on their basic rights to fire guns, keep all their money, and

say ‘fuck you’ to Uncle Sam.” Skye’s face turned red. “Sorry, Judge,

Mrs. Bradley.”

Marilyn smiled. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve heard my husband

utter similar words, although usually in reference to other lawyers.”

“I still don’t understand how Nicki got caught up with these

people,” Aimee said. “I understand youthful rebellion, believe me I

do, but this goes way beyond thumbing your nose at authority. If the

feds pick her up, she could go to prison. Right?”

“One step at a time. We don’t even know what the charge is.

There’s no way to predict what will happen. Besides, you’ve hired

the best lawyers in the business. Right, Judge?”

“That’s right, Aimee.” He held up a small stack of papers on

the table in front of him. “What are these? Did you find them with

Earl’s things?”

“No, we got those from one of her professors, Mike Drees.

They’re story pitches Nicki turned in.”

The judge handed one of them to Aimee. “Have you read this?”

Aimee skimmed the page. “Looks like she wanted to write a

story about extremist militia groups. Maybe she lost her journalistic

distance and bought into their rhetoric.”

“Read it again. There’s a tone there. When she wrote this pitch,

I think she shared our beliefs that these people are dangerous.”

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Aimee read the paper again. “You know, I think you’re right. I

wonder what changed her mind.”

Skye stood. She’d hoped the final review of the evidence they’d

amassed so far would give them additional insights, but she wasn’t

sure what they’d found. If Nicki thought the group was dangerous,

why would she have arranged for thousands of dollars to be wired

to them?

“We need to get going.” She shook Judge Bradley’s hand. “Thanks

for your help, sir. I’ll get your truck back to you as soon as possible.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He led her out of the room and lowered

his voice. “I don’t mean to question your judgment, but…”

She followed his gaze to Aimee who was saying good-bye to

Marilyn back in the kitchen. She shook her head. “I know, but I

can’t convince her to stay behind. She’s likely to follow me if I go

by myself.”

“Strong women are always a challenge.” He chuckled. “I’ve

been surrounded by them all my life. Absolutely worth it. But

seriously, Skye, be careful.”

She nodded. She had no intention of being anything but.

As they pulled out of the driveway, Aimee asked, “Are you

sure you know your way out of here?”

Skye patted a folder on her lap. “I brought a good ole fashioned

GPS with me.” She kept one hand on the wheel and used the other

to open the folder and draw out a piece of paper. “Look—a map. I

asked the judge to write out some directions that would take us in

the opposite direction of the cabin. Morgan called the Hays County

sheriff in the wee hours. When we drove by this morning, the place

was still crawling with cops.”

“Do you think…I mean, how will we know if…?”

Skye reached over and squeezed her arm. She knew exactly

what Aimee wanted to know. “If they find Nicki, they’ll call Morgan.

Lord knows they’ll be even more interested in talking to whoever

found the first body if they find another.”

Aimee’s wince signaled that her attempt at sensitivity had

failed miserably. “Sorry. Look, I don’t think they’re going to find

Nicki. We are. Alive.”

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“How will Morgan call us? You made me leave my phone.”

“Check out the glove compartment.” Aimee pulled out two cell

phones. Skye had carefully managed the packing for this venture.

She’d made Aimee leave her iPhone and all identification behind.

Aimee’s big handbag contained two bundles of cash, ammo, her

new revolver, and nothing else. She’d left her own phone and wallet

behind. She’d told Aimee the same story from the night before about

not wanting the militia members to be able to identify them, but

she also wanted to have some wiggle room if the feds happened to

catch up with them. That last she kept to herself. Aimee didn’t need

anything else to worry about.

“Phones?”

“Prepaid cell phones. Can’t be traced. I gave the number to the

judge. He’ll make sure Morgan and Parker can reach us if anything

comes up. There’s one for each of us. I programmed the number for

mine into yours and vice versa.”

Aimee shot her a look of admiration. “You sure had a busy

morning.”

“Like I said, I wasn’t sleeping. Besides, you’re paying me to

get results. Right?”

“You’ve exceeded all my expectations.”

Aimee’s look was seductive. Skye almost bantered back.

Totally out of character. She cleared her throat and changed the

subject. “Let’s talk about the plan.”

“Fine.”

Skye could tell Aimee’s pout was all play. She forced herself to

focus. “They’re going to try and get you alone. You’re the one with

the money. Make up whatever excuse you need, but don’t let them

separate us. Understood?”

“But, Sister Samantha, what about your drills with Brother

Davis?”

“Drills my ass. Ten bucks says their drills consist of firing high-

powered rifles at beer cans lined up on a fence rail.”

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When they finally pulled into the parking lot at the racetrack,

Skye sensed something was off. Davis and White both leaned

against a fully loaded Ford F350 Dually pickup, and there were no

other cars in sight.

“I thought we were here for another meeting.”

Skye kept her eyes on the men as she responded to Aimee. “Me

too. Something’s up. Remember what I said. Keep your handbag

close. If they ask you if you’re armed, say ‘Hell yes, it’s my second

amendment right.’ Don’t let them take your gun, and stick close to me.”

“I know, I know. Don’t elaborate on our story. I’ll watch you

for cues.” Aimee flashed a smile and its brightness almost caused

Skye’s concern to fade. She was used to troubleshooting undercover

situations, but she was usually by herself or accompanied by other

experienced detectives. Grudgingly, she acknowledged Aimee had

done as well or better than some of the newly minted vice cops

she’d worked with in the past. She’d been protective of them too,

but her instincts toward Aimee carried an extra layer. Even if she

couldn’t have a life with her, she wouldn’t be able to live her own if

something happened to Aimee.

Davis waved. They’d been sitting in the car too long. Time

to get out and take the next step. She reached across the seat and

squeezed Aimee’s hand. “Let’s go.”

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Sisters, thank you for joining us on this fine day,” White’s

voice boomed. His eyes were dark and hard, his smile wide

and insincere.

“Greetings, Brother White, Brother Davis.” Skye pointed back

to their vehicle. “We’ve purchased the supplies you suggested.”

White rubbed his hands together. “Excellent.”

“I thought there would be another gathering here today.”

White responded to Skye with his eyes focused on Aimee. “Oh,

there is. We plan to show you the new capital of the coalition. It’s

not far from here.” He stalled as if uncomfortable about his next

request. “Many of our people have made sacrifices on behalf of the

cause. I understand your enlightenment is a recent one, but a show

of good faith would allow the others to embrace you as one of our

own.”Aimee shot a quick look at Skye who gave her a slight nod.

She reached into her purse and pulled out one of the thick bundles

of cash. White stared at the money, but she didn’t hand it over right

away. “Of course, Brother White. I had hoped to secure one of the

gold bars to bring to you this morning as a token of our allegiance,

but my late husband believed in the security of banks and I wasn’t

able to gain access this morning.” She dangled the cash in his

direction. “Please accept this as our pledge to the cause.”

Judging by the way he snatched the stack of cash from her hand

and lovingly thumbed the bills, the government-issued greenbacks

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weren’t as offensive as his previous rhetoric indicated. He placed

the bundle in his coat pocket. “Thank you, sister. Would you like to

see where your pledge will be put to use?”

“We would love to.” Aimee stepped closer to Skye in an effort

to make it clear they both wanted in on the fun.

White ignored her efforts. He looped his arm through Aimee’s.

“Excellent. You and I have much to discuss. Davis will ride with

Samantha.”

Aimee placed a hand on White’s arm and gave it a gentle

squeeze. “I would love to ride with you, but I can’t.”

“Of course you can. I insist.”

She’d started talking without a clue as to what she would

ultimately say. Skye’s furrowed brow told her she better think of

something quick, but she couldn’t. Skye obviously knew how to

drive. They’d seen her pull up in the truck. A host of explanations

ran through her head, but none of them were plausible. She and

Skye were both armed. If they were all going to the same place, it

wasn’t like they would be separated for long. She avoided Skye’s

penetrating stare and announced, “Okay. I’d be honored to ride with

you, Brother White.”

❖

Skye had no choice except to lead Davis to the Bradleys’

pickup. She hoped the drive was short. She didn’t want to have to

make up small talk about her time in the service and their mutual

hatred of big brother government. She especially did not want to

discuss Nicki Howard since she and Aimee hadn’t discussed how

they’d keep their story straight on that front.

Once again, she’d made a mess of things. She never should

have allowed Aimee to come with her today. Her only hope was

to get Davis to talk about the “cause,” and then get Aimee alone as

soon as they arrived at their destination. She needn’t have worried.

Her initial volley triggered a steady stream of one-sided chatter.

“Brother Davis, we saw the compound at Wimberley. Tell me what

you have planned for the new venture.”

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“No offense to our captured brethren, but the Wimberley

compound was nothing compared to our new location.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. The Wimberley compound was child’s play. The

only structure was a portable building. No furnishings. Not enough

space to house the means of our defense, and certainly not an

adequate base from which to launch a revolution.”

He droned on for a while about the injustices they were rebelling

against and Skye uttered occasional grunts of agreement to keep him

going. After about thirty minutes, he finally lost interest in hearing

himself talk. As he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, Skye

took advantage of the break in conversation to search for a road sign.

She considered asking him where they were going, but she didn’t want

to invite a back and forth. It seemed they were headed back in the

direction of Wimberley, but by a different route. Would the coalition

risk placing a new compound near the one the feds had raided?

She decided it was a brilliant idea. The authorities wouldn’t

expect them to regroup in such close proximity to the old compound,

and it would be convenient for the locals who’d already thrown in

with the “cause.”

Apparently, Davis had used the silence to come to a decision.

He confided in Skye. “You know, the compound at Wimberley

was merely a training ground.” He paused as if for emphasis. “Our

Supreme Leader didn’t bother to keep the location a secret.”

Skye tamped down the urge to barrage him with questions. He

was revealing a crucial fact, and she didn’t want to scare him off.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Clever, don’t you think?”

Hell, yes. And crazy too. If Skye was reading these revelations

correctly, the so-called Supreme Leader must have known the feds

were on to them. He’d set up a makeshift compound and allowed

some of his blind followers to be captured in order to throw off

the scent of his real enterprise. Was he at the new compound now,

waiting for them to arrive?

She reflected on the night before when they’d met White and

his expression when Aimee had mentioned Nicki’s name. He’d

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acted like he knew who they were talking about. Was Nicki with the

leader at the new compound? If she was with him, then she wasn’t

one of the ones he’d chosen to sacrifice. She must be more deeply

involved than they had originally suspected. If that was the case,

convincing her to leave with them was going to be more challenging

than they thought.

After all they’d gone through to find Nicki, Aimee would be

heartbroken if they failed to save her. But Nicki was an adult and

they couldn’t force her to leave the coalition. Skye hoped she could

get Nicki to listen to reason, not because it was her job, but because

bringing her home safe and sound was what Aimee wanted. As upset

as she was at Aimee for allowing them to be separated, she’d go to

any lengths to give Aimee what she wanted.

❖

Aimee stifled a yawn. White had sucked up to her the entire

drive. He yammered on and on about the new compound and its

superiority. He made it clear there was still work to be done and her

contributions would make her a true patriot.

“It’s very fortunate that you chose this particular weekend to

seek out the coalition.”

Aimee perked up. When they parted back at the racetrack,

Skye had been concerned about her safety. She needn’t have. All

White had done was bore her to death. Maybe he was finally ready

to reveal important information. She joined in the conversation to

encourage him to keep talking. “I believe all things happen for a

reason. Don’t you?”

“I do. Today we gather to welcome those that were lost. The

oppressors have not vanquished us. We shall regroup and regain our

strength, and our cause shall be triumphant!”

Aimee was tempted to look around to make sure they were

the only ones in the vehicle. This guy probably preached to himself

in the shower, so she wasn’t sure why she was surprised by his

exuberant sermon for one. Those that were lost? Could Nicki be one

of those?

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The prospect was both exciting and scary. What would she say

if she saw Nicki? “Hey, crazy girl, why’d you hook up with these

wackos?” No, probably something more along the lines of, “Thanks

for running on the wrong side of the law because if you hadn’t, I

never would have met Skye Keaton.”

She snuck a look in the side mirror. Skye and Davis were only

a few car lengths behind, but they may as well be miles away. With

her big Taurus in the bag beside her, she felt safe enough, but she

missed Skye. Badly. She missed the gruff manner Skye used to

hide compassion. She missed the way she was on constant alert for

possible danger. She missed the way Skye’s hands felt on her body,

offering strength, comfort, and passion. She missed her so much she

risked a question.

“I’m excited. Are we almost there?”

His laugh carried a hint of insanity. He pointed ahead and,

barely slowing the big truck, he turned onto a narrow dirt road.

Aimee hoped Skye wasn’t too far away to witness the sudden turn,

but she didn’t risk a look back. The woods around them were dense

and Aimee flashed back to the woods behind the cabin from the

night before. White seemed focused on his cause, but maybe he was

on to her. The thick forest surrounding them would be the perfect

place for him to dump a body, and now that he had a big stack of her

money, maybe that body would be hers.

As they drove deeper into the forest, her hands shook, and she

fought to control her rapid, panicked breaths. She was consumed

with fear and regret. She never should have gotten involved with

these people, never should have allowed them to separate her from

Skye. If Skye were here, she had no doubt she would be safe. Skye’s

absence was the source of her regret, and not because Skye would

protect her, but because she hadn’t shared her feelings. She’d let

Skye think they would go back to their respective lives as if the

connection she felt was temporary.

What if she never saw Skye again? She hadn’t wanted to take a

chance that Skye might reject her. What kind of woman was she that

she would carelessly risk her life, but not her heart?

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Parker had spent the afternoon reading court briefs, a lousy

way to spend a Saturday afternoon. At least she was at home.

Morgan was at the office, meeting with a new client who’d insisted he

couldn’t wait until Monday to hire counsel. Parker would’ve joined

her, but Morgan insisted at least one of them should be able to enjoy

the comforts of home. Dressed in sweats and propped on pillows,

Parker drowsed her way through the boring reading material. The

ring of the phone startled her out of a particularly tedious passage.

She recognized the number on the caller ID as the line at the Bradley

residence, and she scrambled to answer. “Skye?”

“No, it’s John Bradley. Parker?”

“Hi, Judge. Sorry, I thought it was Skye checking in.” She’d

spoken to Skye earlier about her plan to meet up with the coalition

leaders and she’d been itching for a report ever since.

“Actually, there may be some trouble on that front. She and

Aimee left a couple of hours ago, but I just received a visit from a

team of federal agents. They had recent pictures of Skye and Aimee

and knew they were staying at our place. They all but admitted they

had a tracking device on Skye’s motorcycle.”

“Bet they conveniently forgot to get a warrant for that. Nothing

I hate worse than cops that don’t play by the rules.” Parker’s refusal

to take shortcuts was the primary reason she was no longer a cop.

“Any word from Skye?”

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“Not a peep, and frankly, I’m concerned. My visitors made

some ominous predictions about what would happen if Skye and

Aimee don’t head on back to Dallas. Something along the lines of

‘they don’t want to find themselves in the middle of what’s about to

go down.’”

“Think the feds are planning another raid?”

“I think it’s a good possibility. You think I should try to reach

her?”

Parker considered letting her father-in-law take charge, deal

with whatever trouble might be headed their way. She hadn’t been

convinced Skye’s plan to hook up with the coalition members was

the smartest move; now it looked like she might be right. As she

considered what to do, she paged back through years of memories.

She and Skye had attended the academy together. Though initially

assigned to different units, they’d remained friends, swapping

stories after their shifts while they worked out, drank beer, talked

about women. Skye had always been more circumspect about her

sexuality while they were on the force, but with Parker she’d let

her guard down. Eventually, they both worked their way up to the

homicide unit and became partners. At the time, Parker thought

their partnership was the strongest bond she would ever have with

another person. She’d been wrong for a host of reasons, but she

still valued the connection they’d shared. A partner always has your

back. Parker believed in the creed and she’d never wavered from

her conviction. She decided her duty transcended whatever their

relationship had become.

“Thanks, Judge, but I’ll call her myself. One former cop to

another.”

❖

As they pulled into the clearing, the first thing Skye noticed

was that there weren’t as many vehicles as there had been the night

before, which seemed strange because the area was teeming with

people. They must have caravanned in from wherever they lived

before to take up residence here. Three large log cabins were

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positioned around the perimeter, and in the center, under a wide

canopy, they’d erected what looked like a revival tent, complete with

a dozen rows of benches and a podium at the head. She wondered

if White would be preaching today or if the big guy, the Supreme

Leader, would steal the show.

Davis placed a hand on her shoulder. “Help me unload?”

“Sure.” She hefted one of the duffle bags full of MREs from

the back of the pickup and followed him to the nearest cabin. She’d

rather take off on her own and explore the entire compound, but

for now, she needed to blend in. She spotted Aimee exiting White’s

truck a few yards away. Even across the distance, she could tell

Aimee was shaken. She detoured in her direction.

“Hey, sis. You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

It was a lie. Brash, confident Aimee was gone. Skye read fear

in her darting eyes. “What happened? Talk to me.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have come.”

Tell me about it. Skye didn’t speak the words since Aimee

obviously regretted their decision. All they could do now was

make the most of their access to the inner circle. Skye’s well-honed

instincts told her they were right on the edge of discovering Nicki’s

whereabouts.

“No regrets. You’re doing great. I bet you have White in the

palm of your hand by now.” With her free hand she risked a quick

squeeze to Aimee’s shoulder. “Hang in there. We’ll be out of here in

no time. Stick with White, and I’ll be right there. I won’t let anything

happen to you. I promise.”

Aimee nodded and appeared to relax slightly. “Skye, I need to

tell you something. Something important.”

Skye whispered back, “Did White tell you something about

Nicki?”

Aimee shook her head. “No, it’s not about Nicki.”

Skye felt someone staring at her. She looked over her shoulder

and spotted Davis standing by her vehicle, watching her with

inquiring eyes. She called out, “Be right there.” She turned back to

Aimee. “Let me get rid of him and I’ll be right back. Okay?”

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“Sure, okay. Go on.”

Skye offered a broad smile of encouragement before she

jogged to catch up with Davis. “I need to join Ann while she meets

with Brother White to discuss the future of the compound. My sister

would like us to share this experience together. Since her husband

died, she relies upon my advice in matters of business.”

Davis waved a hand in the direction of the makeshift tent. “Our

cause is not a business. Our cause is revolution and restoration of

true patriots to the seat of power.”

Crazy fucking zealot. “Hey, pal, no offense. I only meant my

presence might facilitate my sister’s contribution, if you know what

I mean. I’m sure Brother White would welcome my assistance.” She

hoped Davis was more concerned about the money they had to offer

than their allegiance to the revolution.

His hard mask of resolve softened. “Of course. Help me finish

unloading, then join your sister. I’m sure Brother White will be

grateful.”

Skye hurried through the task, quickly transporting the

ammunition and MREs to the cabin that functioned as the supply

post. When they finished, Davis directed her to drive to another

clearing about a hundred yards away where about a dozen vehicles

were parked. The walk back to the compound seemed like a hundred

miles. Davis chatted the entire way, but Skye barely heard a word.

She was fixated on returning to Aimee’s side.

When they returned to the compound, Davis pointed out the

largest cabin. “Brother White and your sister will be in there. He’s

preparing for a very special announcement.”

Bingo. Skye forced herself to walk, not run. Within seconds,

she was inside. She heard sounds coming from behind a closed door

to her right and heard White’s voice and a couple others she didn’t

recognize. She gave a perfunctory knock before she threw open the

door. “Samantha, welcome,” White greeted her. “Your sister has

been waiting for you to join her.”

She didn’t respond. Her entire focus was on the two strangers

standing between White and Aimee. The girl was Nicki. Skye

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recognized her right away, although the confident smile and careful

grooming contained in the photo she’d been carrying around were

noticeably absent. As for the man standing next to her, Skye had

no doubt he was the Supreme Leader. He was huge. He stood over

six feet tall and his solid frame easily held three hundred pounds.

He was dressed in solid black from his broad-brimmed hat to his

western style boots. Unlike Nicki, he exuded confidence and power,

backed by a mean glint in his eyes that a broad smile couldn’t hide.

He placed an enormous meaty hand on Nicki’s thin, slumped

shoulder. Her flinch was slight, almost imperceptible. Skye could

feel her fear, and she was curious about the source. If Nicki Howard

was a willing member of the coalition, what did she have to be

afraid of?

❖

When Aimee entered the cabin with White, all she could think

about was how close she’d come to telling Skye she loved her.

Crazy really. They’d been standing in the middle of a compound

full of armed militants preparing for a revolution, and all she could

think about was Skye’s strong arms, easy confidence, and sweet

assurances. She made a silent vow, when Skye joined her, she

wouldn’t let her go.

“Sister Ann, I have a very important person I’d like you to

meet.” White led her into a room that appeared to function as an

office. It was furnished with a large desk and several chairs, and

the walls featured portraits of a bunch of white men, none of whom

Aimee recognized. As he shut the door behind them, Aimee saw

Nicki, and she gasped. She was pale and haggard, and the giant man

standing next to her held on to her like she was his property.

White made the introduction. “Brother Gale, I’d like you to

meet Sister Nicole’s cousin, Ann Hartley.”

Nicki barely reacted to the cousin reference, and Aimee was

certain Nicki was in the clutches of the Supreme Leader. Even

though she’d fully expected to find Nicki with these people, the

shock of actually finding her here, looking worn and afraid, shook

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Aimee to the core. She hid her surprise by lunging forward and

pulling Nicki into a tight hug.

“Dearest cousin! I haven’t seen you in so long. I was terrified

when I thought you’d been captured. If I’d known you were in such

strong company, I would have never doubted your safety.”

Nicki responded to her tight embrace by hugging her fiercely,

as if willing Aimee to wrap her in her arms and spirit her away. Her

grasp told Aimee what she needed to know. Nicki wanted to get

away from these people. If she’d ever been here of her own free

will, she was done with the adventure.

Aimee risked a few simple whispered words in Nicki’s ear.

“Play along with me.”

As she drew back from the embrace, Mr. Gale, re-staked his

claim with a strong hand. He drew Nicki back to his side, and Aimee

pretended deference.

“Brother Gale, please forgive me for my outburst. I’m very

pleased to make your acquaintance. I appreciate the honor of this

opportunity.”

He extended his free hand and Aimee reciprocated, thankful

he didn’t kiss it. “A pleasure to meet you as well. If you are half

the patriot your cousin is, then our acquaintance shall bring great

strength to the cause. Isn’t that right, Nicole?”

“Yes, sir. We are all patriots in search of justice.”

Aimee barely had time to digest the contrast between Nicki’s

words and demeanor, when Skye burst through the door. White said

something, but she didn’t hear the words through her relief. Skye

was with her. They would be safe. Now all they had to do was get

Nicki away from these people. She decided to start the action by

making sure Skye knew who the players were.

“Samantha, look—it’s dear Nicole. And she’s here with our

Supreme Leader, Brother Gale. Aren’t we honored to be in such

esteemed company?”

“Completely.” Skye extended a hand to Gale. His grip was

solid and long. “Nicole, it’s good to see you again.”

Nicki nodded. Aimee breathed a slight sigh of relief that Nicki

was following her instruction. She picked up the conversation thread.

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“I believe we were just about to discuss how my late husband’s

estate can benefit our cause. Who can tell me more about the plans

for the compound?”

White motioned them all to sit, and they gathered around the

desk, seated in an assortment of metal folding chairs. “Brother Gale,

would you like to tell our sisters about your plans for the next stage

of the coalition?”

Gale opened his mouth to speak, but a high-pitched ring

interrupted. They all looked around the room as the ring continued,

and finally Skye assumed an embarrassed expression and pulled a

cell phone from her jacket.

She glanced at the screen. “I’m sorry. I have to take this call.

This particular arms dealer is a difficult patriot to reach.”

“Go ahead. You can talk to your contact here. You’re among

friends.”

Skye’s expression was reluctant, but she answered the line.

Aimee tried to catch her eye, but Skye was laser focused on the

call. Aimee didn’t get much information from Skye’s short, clipped

responses, but she read the edge in Skye’s tone as trouble.

❖

The caller ID read “Fred,” but Skye knew it was either Morgan

or Parker. She’d programmed in a few choice numbers before they

left the Bradleys’ house and assigned code names in the event the

phones were lost or confiscated.

“Skye, are you at the compound?” Parker asked, her voice low

and urgent.

“Yes. We found some of the ones we were looking for.”

“You can’t talk.”

“No, we still need to work that out.”

“Nicki’s there?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Good. You need to get out. Now. The FBI visited Judge

Bradley a little while ago. He thinks they have another raid planned.

We think it’s going to happen soon.”

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“I’m sure we can come to an arrangement. I’ll speak with the

others and I’ll contact you again shortly.”

“Be careful. Don’t do anything crazy.”

Too late for that. Skye clicked the phone shut, and faced the

rest of the group. The men made no secret of the fact they’d been

listening in.

“Weaponry is an important component of our revolution,”

White declared. “I’m certain our Supreme Leader would be most

thankful if you have access to a superior arsenal.”

I’m sure he would. The sound of gunfire punctuated her

thought. She’d seen a makeshift shooting range when she and Davis

had walked back from the parking area, but these pops and cracks

were closer, and were accompanied by the sounds of running feet.

Parker’s warning echoed. It was time to get out.

She ran to the window, but could only see people scattering

for cover in the face of an invisible enemy. When she turned back

toward the group, they looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. She

shouted, “It’s a raid.”

She grabbed Aimee’s hand and headed for the door, but Aimee

stood firmly in place. Skye followed the direction of her gaze. Nicki.

Gale watched them both, and as if he knew exactly what they were

thinking, he tightened his grip on Nicki’s shoulder.

“Go if you must. You have not yet cast your lot with us, but

we will stand and fight. The pretenders will not triumph this time.”

All Skye cared about was keeping Aimee safe, but it was clear

Aimee wasn’t leaving without Nicki. Skye drew her gun and leveled

it at Gale, hoping like hell White was too thrown by the sudden

attack on the compound to react to her show of force. She barked out

orders. “Let her go. Nicki, come with us. Now.”

Nicki didn’t hesitate. She shook off Gales’s now loosened grip

and ran toward the door. Skye brought up the rear and covered Aimee

and Nicki’s exit. She slammed the door shut behind her. “Follow

me and stick close. Davis showed me a path through the woods.

It leads to where our truck is parked.” Aimee and Nicki didn’t ask

any questions, and they followed her through the cabin. She quickly

found a rear door and waved them through.

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They ran toward the woods, and within moments they were

crouched in the dense area that Skye was certain contained the path

Davis had shown her earlier. She fished in her pocket and pulled

out the key to the pickup. Across the clearing, she spotted men in

black combat gear creeping around the cabins. “Here. Take this.”

She handed the truck key to Aimee and then she pointed to her left.

“The path should be right over there. Follow it for about a hundred

yards and the pickup will be in a clearing. There’s no guarantee they

don’t have it surrounded, but it’s your best shot.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll stay here for a minute and cover you. Start the truck. I’ll

be behind you.”

Aimee hesitated. Skye longed to give her some assurance, but

she wouldn’t lie. “I promised I would find Nicki. If she doesn’t get

out of here safely, then I’ve failed. Please don’t fight me on this.” If

anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself.

“When you get to the truck, if the coast is clear, count to twenty.

If I’m not there by then, get the hell out of here. When you get to the

main road, drive the speed limit. Don’t draw attention to yourself.

Go to the Bradleys’ house and call Morgan. She’ll know what to

do.” Aimee’s response was to pull Skye into a fierce embrace. The

crush of their bodies almost caused her to forget where they were,

the trouble they were in. Almost. She craved this closeness, and the

danger made it more precious. Aimee raised her head and met Skye’s

lips. The quick touch wasn’t the passionate embrace she craved, but

it was too dangerous to savor the connection. Skye pulled away.

Aimee’s safety meant more than her need to have this last exchange.

“You have to go. Now.”

“I love you.”

The words sent her reeling. Did Aimee mean them or were they

parting gifts? She denied herself their pleasure because to bask in the

revelation would ensure none of them would make it out of there.

“Go. Now.”

Aimee didn’t hesitate this time. She pulled Nicki with her and

ran for the path. Skye kept careful watch until they were out of sight.

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Seconds later, she was surrounded. As she knelt on the ground

with her hands on her head, she finally allowed herself a moment to

savor Aimee’s words and the truth behind them. Aimee was on her

way back to her respectable life. She was on her way to jail. Aimee

would forget what she’d said in the heat of the moment, but Skye

would feed on the memory for the rest of her life.

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ChaPTer TwenTy-Three

Aimee jammed the key into the ignition of the pickup and

the engine roared to life. Beside her, Nicki twisted back

and forth in her seat. “Is anyone coming?”

“No, no one. Aimee, we need to get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving Skye.” Aimee stared down Nicki’s fear. Nicki

returned the look with a puzzled expression, and Aimee realized she

didn’t know what she was talking about. “I mean Samantha. Her

real name is Skye. If it wasn’t for her, we never would have found

you. You’re in serious trouble, and I don’t care what you believe, but

I couldn’t let them arrest you and throw you in prison.” She stopped

abruptly when she realized she was babbling.

Nicki reached across the console and gave her a quick hug.

“I’m sorry. It’s not what you think. I didn’t realize what I was getting

myself into. I’ll explain everything, but seriously, we need to get out

of here.”

…count to twenty. If I’m not there by then, get the hell out of

here. Aimee considered her options. The fact that Skye hadn’t

appeared meant she was either in custody or hiding. If the latter

was true, she didn’t have the time or skill to find her. If she’d been

arrested, the only people who could help were Morgan and Parker.

…call Morgan. She’ll know what to do.

Aimee slammed the truck in gear and smashed the accelerator.

No way was that quick kiss they’d shared going to be a final

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embrace. Her declaration of love was meant to signal a beginning,

not an end. It was time to call in the cavalry to rescue the woman

she loved.

❖

Skye didn’t bother testing her restraints. Her body was bruised

and sore from the rough take down, and her wrists and ankles were

cuffed and linked by a length of chain fastened to a bolt in the floor of

the van. She was seated on a bench along with a dozen other women

whose faces she recognized from the coalition members back at

the compound. Their captors were federal agents. She searched her

memory for clues about where they might be headed.

She’d worked with the feds on several occasions when she

was a cop, but not in this district. She didn’t know exactly where

they housed female prisoners, but she figured it would be one of the

county jails nearby.

Today was Saturday. Unlikely they would see a judge until

Monday. Not that it mattered. She’d been arrested in the company

of people the government considered to be terrorists, a threat to

homeland security, which meant there was no chance of bond, even

if she could afford it. She forced herself not to think about her own

fate, and instead focused her energy on Aimee and Nicki. Please let

them get away. Morgan and Parker would take care of Nicki, and

Aimee would eventually put this adventure behind her.

I love you.

Skye believed Aimee’s words in the moment they were spoken,

and that would be enough to get her through whatever came next.

Her only regret was that she hadn’t said, “I love you too.”

❖

Despite Nicki’s pleas for her to “step on it,” Aimee followed

Skye’s instructions exactly. She hadn’t violated a single traffic law.

To distract herself from the interminable drive, she made Nicki

tell her everything she knew about the coalition. Nicki explained

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how she met Earl Junior in Professor Latamore’s class. At first, his

constant bragging about being involved with a militia group was

annoying, but when she realized his zeal was based in fact, she

decided to capitalize on his craziness. Undeterred by her journalism

professor’s apathy about her story idea, she played along with Earl

Junior’s rhetoric until she convinced him she was a true believer.

His father was part of the leadership of the coalition, and once Earl

Junior vouched for her, she had access to the inner circle. She’d

actually enjoyed playing the role until reality struck in the form of

federal agents raiding the original Wimberley compound. As shots

rang out, coalition members scattered and she wound up running

for her life in the company of Earl Junior and the Supreme Leader

himself.

While she was relieved to learn Nicki hadn’t really bought into

their extremist ideas, she was appalled that Nicki had carelessly

endangered her own life in an attempt to score a journalistic coup

and she told her so.

“After the raid, I had to keep playing along. Gale is certifiable.

That’s not even his real name. It’s the name of one of the guys who

started this whole Christian Identity movement. He decided since I

was from a pure Caucasian strain, we’d make a perfect couple—him

as the leader, me as his baby slash soldier maker.”

“Did he…did you…?”

“No, he was waiting for later this afternoon. We were supposed

to be ‘married under the laws of the coalition’ and have our little

honeymoon at the new compound.”

Nicki fell silent for a few moments. When she spoke again, she

did so between sobs. “He killed Earl.” She rocked back and forth in

the seat. “I only dated Earl to get access to these people. He really

believed in all this crap. When Gale decided he wanted me, Earl was

a threat to him. He shot him and left him in the woods.”

“Oh, honey, I know. We found his body.” Aimee could no

longer hold back her own tears. “I was sick when I saw him. I was

certain you’d been murdered too.”

“I don’t know what I would have done if you and your friend

hadn’t shown up when you did.”

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“Skye’s an investigator.” Aimee tightened her grip on the

steering wheel. “I hired attorneys when I found out you were in

trouble. They hired her to find you.”

Nicki’s tears subsided and she offered a knowing smile.

“Investigator, huh? Do you let all the help kiss you on the lips, or

just the sizzlin’ hot investigator types? I got the distinct impression

she cares deeply, and not just about her job.”

“Oh yeah?” Aimee resisted the desire to smack her impertinent

niece. This was the Nicki she remembered. Sharp and sassy. “Well,

I care about her too. Deeply. As soon as we get where we’re going,

I’ll need your help to get her out of whatever mess we left her in.

You on board?”

“Absolutely.”

❖

Aimee struggled to remain calm, but her words tumbled out in

a frantic rush. “Morgan, I’m at your parents’ house. I have Nicki,

but Skye’s in trouble. I think she may have been arrested by the FBI.

I need to know how I bond her out. Can you get down here right

away? I’ll pay whatever it takes.”

Morgan urged her to take a deep breath and then asked her a

series of questions. Where and when did she last see Skye? Who

were they with? Was she sure the raid was conducted by federal

agents? After she heard Aimee’s answers, she told her to hold tight,

she would call back shortly with more information.

During the intervening hour, Aimee stood guard over the

phone. When it finally rang, the sound nearly gave her heart failure,

but she forced herself to be calm. “Yes?”

Morgan reached her contact with the marshal’s service. He

told her female federal prisoners were usually taken to the Caldwell

County jail. She’d already phoned there and received confirmation

of Skye being booked in.

“I left a message for the prosecutor, but since it’s Saturday,

I don’t know if she’ll check her voice mail. The usual procedure

is that Skye will be taken before a federal magistrate judge for an

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initial appearance on Monday morning. If the government wants to

detain her, they’ll file a motion with the court at that time, and we

can have a hearing then or set it off a few days to give us time to put

together a response.”

“Monday’s two days from now. We can’t leave her in there

until then.” Aimee dug through her wallet and pulled out the phone

number her childhood friend and pilot Ken Gains had given her.

“Can you come here now? I can arrange for you to fly on a private

plane in the next hour.” She paused to quell the panic running

through her. “I know I’m asking a lot, but it’s my fault she’s in

trouble. Please.”

Morgan asked her to hold the line for a moment. Aimee heard

muffled voices and decided she was discussing the issue with Parker.

Imagining the two of them, heads together, partners in life and their

profession only made her more desperate to free Skye. By the time

Morgan came back on the line, she was ready to burst.

“Aimee, let me talk to my dad, but go ahead and arrange for the

plane and text me the details. Parker’s coming with me. We’ll be at

the airport in an hour.”

Aimee handed the phone to John, and sank into a nearby chair.

She’d done everything she could for now.

❖

“Hey, sunshine, you have a visitor.”

Skye looked at the female jailor dangling a slip of paper through

the bars. She considered ignoring her. She didn’t want anyone she

knew seeing her in black and white stripes. The last twenty-four

hours had been thoroughly humiliating, from the overly thorough

body search to the disdainful taunts of the jailors, but the loneliness

was the worst. For all her years in the law-and-order profession, she

didn’t have a clue about this part of the process. Her cellmates were

happy to bring her up to speed on the ins and outs of the system, but

she wasn’t interested in making friends with convicts. Eventually,

they muttered remarks about the “stuck-up bitch” and left her alone.

“I’m not waiting here all day. Sign or I’m leaving.”

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What the hell. Skye grabbed the form and signed her consent

to the visit. She turned and stuck her wrists through the tray slot

opening in the bars and waited to be handcuffed. She walked in front

of the jailor who directed her to the door of a small room filled with

people.

Morgan was the first face she saw, and she offered an

encouraging smile. The jailor turned to leave, but before she reached

the door, a tall, imposing woman next to Morgan ordered her back.

“Remove the cuffs.”

The surly jailor obeyed and then left in a huff. Morgan motioned

for Skye to sit next to her, then introduced the other people in the

room, beginning with the woman who’d casually bossed the jailor

into submission.

“Skye, meet Lily Berek. She’s the criminal chief for the U.S.

Attorney’s office in the Western District.” Morgan pointed at the

other two. “Special Agent Nancy Morrison and Special Agent Kevin

Neely. Ms. Berek has something she wants to say to you and then

she’ll give us a moment alone to talk before we go any further.”

Berek stared at her for a full minute before she started talking.

Skye recognized the maneuver as an impromptu polygraph, and she

stared back, never wavering. Finally, Berek cleared her throat and

started talking. Her first remark took Skye by surprise.

“Girl, you have a lot of friends. I’ve been on the phone all

day with various folks reaming me out for keeping you locked up.

Ruined my damn dinner.

“Bottom line, I got a couple dozen gun-toting homeland

terrorists locked up and I’m told by some pretty credible sources

that you’re not one of them. You have a right to remain silent, and

seeing as how you were a cop, I imagine you’re well aware of that

right and likely to take advantage. You do that, and I’ll leave now

and I won’t be back. You can show up in court and your fancy

lawyer, here”—she jerked her head toward Morgan—“can do all

that expensive stuff she does to try to convince a jury you were in

the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Or you can talk to me now. Tell me everything you know. I

won’t use it against you unless I find out you lied to me. If I like

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what you have to say, I’ll void the arrest, and Morgan can spring you

in time for supper. What’ll it be?”

Skye wasn’t sure what to say. “I—”

Morgan cut her off. “Lily, we’d like that moment alone now.”

The moment the door shut behind them, Skye found words and

the questions tumbled out. “Are Aimee and Nicki okay? How did

you find me? What are you doing here?”

“Aimee’s fine. So is Nicki. Aimee figured you were arrested,

and a few well-placed phone calls got us your location. I’m here to

represent you, if you want me to.”

Skye’s head spun. She churned through Morgan’s words and

tried to make sense of her situation, but the only important piece

was: “Aimee’s fine.” A wave of relief washed over her. She could

stand all of this as long as she knew Aimee was out of harm’s way.

She closed her eyes to regain her focus.

After a few seconds, she was ready to talk. “But you’re Nicki’s

lawyer.”

“Technically, no. Nicki never hired us. Aimee did. Now Aimee

wants us to represent you. We’ve located another very reputable

lawyer to represent Nicki.”

“What’s going to happen to her?”

“She’s a very important witness in a high-profile federal case.

She’s going to have a lot of explaining to do about her involvement

with the coalition, but I can’t imagine they are going to send a

young, charming key witness to prison. She may never get a Pulitzer

for her efforts, but she’ll have her freedom.” Morgan cocked her

head. “Don’t get me wrong, but I figured you would be a hell of lot

more concerned about your own fate than that of a girl you never

met until yesterday.”

Skye wasn’t sure what to say. Morgan had her pegged. She’d

spent most of her life only concerned about her own needs, and the

job and freedom to fuck around had topped the list. She lost the job,

and she didn’t care about fucking around anymore. How could she

explain that she cared what happened to Nicki because she cared

about Aimee? More than cared about her, she loved her. She’d lost

everything that had once defined her, but she was ready to redefine

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herself. Was she only dreaming to hope that Aimee would be part of

her new life?

She shook her head. She couldn’t explain her feelings to

Morgan. She’d suffered enough embarrassment, but at least it had

been limited to her professional failure. She wasn’t about to lay bare

her personal wounds as well.

She didn’t have to. Morgan could apparently read her mind.

“Skye, you’ve been through a lot lately. Accept my help. Talk to

Berek. I trust her not to screw you.” Morgan smiled. “Besides,

there’s a very agitated woman waiting for us at my parents’ house.

If I don’t have you home tonight, I’m the one who’s going to be

screwed.”

Skye tried to mask a hopeful expression, but Morgan’s next

words told her it was no use. “Love heals. Let’s get you out of here

so you can experience that for yourself.” She walked toward the

door and knocked to signal to the others Skye was ready to talk,

but before they entered she said, “Oh, and next time I need an

investigator, you’re the first person I’ll call.”

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ChaPTer TwenTy-four

Aimee sat on the Bradleys’ porch completely unconcerned

about the dark sky and the falling temperatures. Morgan

had called a few minutes ago to say she had obtained Skye’s release.

Aimee had consulted her GPS app, synchronized her watch, and

planted herself on the porch to wait out the fifty minutes it should

take for Morgan to bring Skye back to her.

She should use the time to plan the perfect words to declare her

feelings. The simple “I love you” in the thick of danger had fallen far

short of her intentions. In the day since they’d been separated, she

considered dozens of scenarios, all variations on the same theme—a

lifetime with Skye. If Skye didn’t like her Highland Park home, they

would find another. If Skye had issues with their disparate incomes,

then she’d scale back her extravagant lifestyle. After witnessing the

sacrifice Skye had made to ensure that she remained safe, she would

happily offer anything she had to get the love she wanted, to deliver

the love she felt.

The moment the sedan turned into the drive, her heart began

to race. The car pulled to a stop. Skye stepped out and began

walking toward the porch. Her gait was slow, careful, not the cocky,

sure strides she’d come to know. Aimee hesitated, unsure. She’d

imagined this moment differently. Two lovers running into each

other’s arms, reunited at last. Skye had just spent the last twenty-

four hours locked in a cell. Was it possible that she blamed Aimee

for her incarceration? If so, she might not want to see her at all. If

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Skye would only look up, if she could just see her eyes, she could

read her future.

Her thought was barely complete before Skye lifted her head

and their eyes connected. She witnessed a swirl of emotion, and in

the spin she saw her love reflected back. She ran down the steps and

swept Skye into her arms.

❖

Hours later, Aimee closed the door to the Bradleys’ guestroom,

thankful Morgan and Parker had graciously agreed to bunk in the

study downstairs. Dinner and the subsequent debrief had lasted

an eternity, but she hadn’t felt she could deny their friends the

opportunity to hear the complete story of Nicki’s rescue told from

both her and Skye’s perspectives.

Her brother was flying in the next day to pick up Nicki, who

was fast asleep on the couch in the living room. At her request,

Morgan had located a reputable local attorney who would guide

Nicki through the hours of government debriefing ahead. She loved

her niece dearly, but she’d done all she could do for her. It was time

for her parents to take a more active role. She’d had a long talk with

Neil, and he promised he would be more involved in his daughter’s

life. She vowed to hold him to his promise.

In the meantime, she had pledges of her own to keep. She’d

barely had two minutes alone with Skye. She’d headed straight

for the shower upon her arrival and she was back there now. She

considered joining her, but she hadn’t been invited in.

She’s not avoiding you. Skye had spent the last day locked up in

a cell with three other women. Of course she’d want a few minutes

alone. The water stopped, and Aimee chided herself for taking

Skye’s actions personally. She’d take a towel to her now. Wrap Skye

tight in her arms, and declare her love again.

She rapped once, then opened the door slowly and gasped.

She’d expected Skye’s body to be breathtaking, and it was,

especially now slicked from the shower. Full, perfect breasts; tight,

round ass; lean, athletic legs, all beautiful features marred with

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angry bruises. Aimee bit back a cry. She moved toward Skye, but

Skye stepped back.

Aimee handed Skye a towel and averted her eyes until she had

a chance to cover herself.

Skye offered a mirthless smile. “I keep trying to wash them off.”

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“If I hadn’t left you—”

“We’d both be sitting in a cell right now. If it wasn’t for you, I’d

still be there.” Skye pulled her close. She stroked her head. “You’re

amazing. Thank you for everything.”

Aimee leaned back so she could see Skye’s face. Her eyes

reflected the love she’d seen earlier, but mixed with pain. “Hey, you

sound like you’re saying good-bye.”

“We have to eventually.”

“Who says?”

“You did.”

Let’s find Nicki, and then you can go back to your life and

I’ll go back to mine. Dammit. She’d spoken the words casually, a

defense against Skye’s rejection. To have the words used against her

now was cruel irony. Tell her you didn’t mean it. Tell her you want

to spend the rest of your life with her, on terms you both agree on.

Don’t you let her say good-bye.

“I didn’t mean it. I don’t want us to go back to separate lives.”

Skye took a moment to repeat Aimee’s announcement silently

to herself. When she was sure she’d heard her correctly, she spoke.

“I don’t want that either.”

“I hear a ‘but.’”

She’d tried to hide her hesitation, but it loomed large. She cast

about for the right words to let Aimee know her wavering was all

about herself, and her own insecurities. Redefining herself wasn’t

going to be easy, but she could at least start with being honest about

her feelings, no matter what the cost. Before she could find her

voice, Aimee cut to the chase.

“I love you. Do you love me?”

A simple question, beautiful in its directness. “Yes. Absolutely.”

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“Then let everything else go for now and make love to me.”

Aimee took her by the hand and led her to the bed. She sank into the

covers and waited. Skye took a deep breath. In this moment, their

needs and wants were the same, and she gave hers free rein.

“I’m going to undress you.”

“Yes, please.” Aimee unfastened her jeans, and started to

push them down, but Skye stilled her hand. “I’m going to undress

you.” She leaned in and lightly kissed the flesh Aimee had exposed,

then ran her tongue along the rim of her panties. Without breaking

contact, she unzipped her fly, and trailed her hands down into

Aimee’s jeans and massaged her thighs. Aimee groaned in response

to the measured touching. Skye groaned with her. She longed to go

slowly, but a fierce need threatened to consume her if she couldn’t

feel Aimee’s skin along the length of her soon. Aimee must have

sensed her urgency. She raised her hips and Skye quickly shucked

away the denim and the silk panties underneath.

Skye slid between Aimee’s legs, placing Aimee’s legs over

hers and pulling her forward until they were sitting face-to-face,

center-to-center. As the heat burned between them, she drew Aimee

into a deep, lasting kiss, the passionate embrace she’d wanted in the

forest. The one she’d dreamed about ever since. As they broke to

breathe, Aimee grinned and yanked her sweater over her head, as if

daring Skye to stop her.

She didn’t, but she did dive between the luscious breasts,

selecting first one nipple then the other to tease with her tongue.

Aimee cried out and rocked against her. Skye felt Aimee’s hands

on her breasts, and she arched into her touch. Aimee responded by

pinching her nipples in alternately hard and gentle twists that caused

a wet rush between her legs.

She ached for more. All her life she’d ached for more, but

she’d never realized the depth of her need until now. She’d lived

life along the edges, never crossing the rigid boundaries she used to

define herself. She was a cop from a long line of cops, groomed to rise

through the ranks, skipping steps if necessary to achieve success. She

was a loner who satisfied her physical needs, but avoided emotional

connection as a weakness designed to distract her from the job. She’d

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embraced these traits, even taken comfort from them, but now she

knew they were chains, locking her away from the discovery of her

own definition of happiness. She looked deep into Aimee’s eyes, half-

lidded with desire, and she saw a reflection of what she could be, what

she wanted for herself. Aimee’s look conveyed admiration, passion,

love. She knew in the deepest part of her soul that being worthy of

those sentiments was the true measure of success, and she silently

dedicated herself to achieving it. She gently grasped one of Aimee’s

hands and urged it lower, as she reached for Aimee’s sex with her

own. They settled into a simultaneous rhythm that lasted only seconds

before the pressure became a frenzy that overtook them. Skye

surrendered to the pace, but didn’t allow the increasing excitement to

break the emotional connection between them. She locked eyes with

Aimee and the strength of the passionate intensity they exchanged

drove them closer. Sharing this climax with Aimee, fast and hard, felt

like the most important thing in the world. They’d save slow for later.

Later. As waves of pleasure swept them both into orgasm, Skye

cried out with pleasure, and she knew in her heart there would be a

later.

❖

Aimee curled up against Skye’s naked body and sighed. After

hours of lovemaking, she yearned for more, and she was certain she

would never grow tired of Skye’s touch. Skye was a perfect blend of

tender and aggressive.

She’d told Skye they could let everything else go and make

love, but now that they had, she knew she couldn’t keep her word.

She couldn’t let Skye go.

“What are you thinking?”

Aimee looked over and saw Skye’s wide-open eyes assessing

her. She answered honestly. “I’m plotting.”

Skye arched her eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

“Care to tell me what you’re plotting?”

“A defense.”

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“Really. Planning on some trouble with the law?”

“Not with the law. With you.”

“Me?”

“I’m lying here, basking in the memory of several amazing

orgasms, and waiting for you to say good-bye, tell me that our lives

are too different, that we’ll never be able to make a relationship

work. I’m working out my arguments before you even open your

mouth. The best defense is a good offense.”

“Gee, sounds like you’re expending a lot of energy.” Skye

rolled over and pinned her to the bed. “Why don’t you give up your

offensive and kiss me?”

Aimee mock struggled. “Only if you tell me you’ll spend the

rest of your life with me.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life with you.”

Aimee jerked out of Skye’s grasp and sat up. “Say it again.”

Skye’s expression was sincere and she delivered each word

with emphasis. “I will spend the rest of my life with you.”

“What made you change your mind?” She wouldn’t believe the

pledge until she knew its foundation was strong.

Skye laughed. “You mean besides five mind-bending

orgasms?” She stared into Aimee’s eyes and quickly realized her

attempt at levity detracted from her declaration of commitment. She

assumed a serious expression. “It was what you said about letting

everything else go. I’ve been so focused on what I’ve lost, I haven’t

paid attention to everything I’ve gained. I’ll never be a cop again,

but I can have a new career as a P.I., where I pick the cases I want to

work on, where I call the shots.

“And then there’s you. You’ve broken through all my barriers,

and I love you for your tenacity. I love you for how dedicated and

loyal you are to the people you love, and I want to be the one you

love the most. You make me want to be a better person. For me, for

us.” She ducked her head and her voice was shy. “So, Aimee, will

you spend the rest of your life with me?”

Aimee swept Skye into her arms. “With pleasure.”

THE END

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About the Author

Carsen Taite works by day (and sometimes night) as a criminal

defense attorney in Dallas, Texas. Her goal as an author is to

spin plot lines as interesting as the cases she encounters in her

practice. She is the author of four previously released novels,

truelesbianlove.com, It Should be a Crime (a Lambda Literary

Award finalist and winner of a Lavender Certificate award from

the Alice B. Readers), Do Not Disturb, and Nothing but the Truth.

She is currently working on her sixth novel, Slingshot, which, like

several of her prior works, contains a heavy dose of crime. Learn

more at www.carsentaite.com.

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Table of Contents

Prologue

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ChaPTer Two

ChaPTer Three

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ChaPTer five

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ChaPTer seven

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ChaPTer nine

ChaPTer Ten

ChaPTer eleven

ChaPTer Twelve

ChaPTer ThirTeen

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ChaPTer fifTeen

ChaPTer sixTeen

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