Deadly Fate. Heather Graham

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      “Trust me,” Kimball said, irritation slipping into his voice despite his smile. “My contracts have clauses that give me full control of this property at any time—I believe this situation calls for my breaking any agreement with Wickedly Weird. But, that’s no matter, is it? The police and the federal government are here and I believe we all agree this is best for the remainder of the night. Please. Get some rest. This is terrible, terrible.”

      Everyone waited after he spoke. Thor realized they were all looking at him.

      And waiting for him to agree.

      “At this point, it’s as each individual wishes. If you are all in agreement, then we’ll thank Mr. Kimball for his hospitality. Everyone here does need some rest,” he said. “We’ll make arrangements to get you back to the mainland in the morning.”

      “I can take first watch among us,” Jackson murmured.

      Thor was too tense to think about sleeping, but Jackson was right. When you were worn-out, you rested. That was the only way you were good to function at full capacity when you were needed.

      But he wasn’t ready yet.

      “Mike,” Thor said, “there are seven guests here—that leaves a room. Get some sleep on something comfortable. I’ll wake you in a few hours.”

      Mike nodded.

      Thor watched as, beneath Marc Kimball’s gleeful eyes, everyone moved to claim a room for the night.

      He realized that Marc Kimball wasn’t just pleased that his suggestion had been taken. He was nearly elated.

      And he wasn’t just watching anyone as they chose rooms.

      He was watching Clara Avery.

      Thor barely knew the woman. Their acquaintance came from the fact that he’d tackled her in the snow. But there was something about her...pride, humor, intelligence—the sense to be afraid? Thor hadn’t realized it at first, but he was intrigued by her.

      She was a friend of Jackson’s—that was it.

      Either that, or...

      It wasn’t that he was so worried about the young woman, it was that he was so annoyed by Kimball.

      The man might be richer than a god, but there was definitely something discomfiting about him. As the others walked off, he heard Kimball’s skinny little assistant or secretary ask, “Marc, what about me?”

      Marc Kimball didn’t seem to hear her.

      “You have a room, little lady,” Ralph told her pleasantly. “We only need three of those on our side. And, heck, we’re theater people. We can sleep anywhere,” he said proudly. Then he asked, “What’s your name, dear?”

      “Emmy. Emmy Vincenzo,” she said.

      “Nice to meet you,” Ralph told her.

      Kimball paid them no heed.

      He was still watching Clara Avery as she walked down the hallway. She’d shed her parka and outerwear and wore a soft blue cashmere sweater. Long blond hair tumbled down her back and she moved with grace despite her exhaustion. She was a stunning woman, which Thor had noted before. She turned to look back at him—or maybe she was looking for Jackson. But she caught his eyes and she smiled grimly and nodded, as if grateful to rest now, and do so securely.

      She looked like a princess, a fairy-tale princess, a Sleeping Beauty.

      The thought sent a jolt of white ice shooting through him.

      She wasn’t part of the Wickedly Weird Production Company. She wasn’t the one in real danger here—not from what they had seen so far. It was a stretch for him and Jackson to believe the Fairy Tale Killer might have come here, a complete stretch. This man was out for the reality TV people.

      Sleeping Beauty... She would have made a perfect Sleeping Beauty...

      He turned away but he saw Jackson watching him. And he knew—just as his old partner knew—that he’d die before anything happened to Clara Avery.

       5

      The Alaska Hut wasn’t a bad place to stay, Clara thought. Actually, while its appearance was rustic, the decor was artistically warm and comfortable.

      And her day had been...

      Sitting. Going from the living room or parlor to the dining room or the kitchen. Of course, before that, she’d run like a crazy person through the snow.

      Stumbled upon the corpse of a woman she’d met.

      Bisected.

      So, maybe it wasn’t such a ridiculous thing that she was both exhausted—and wide-awake.

      She lay on a comfortable bed—the mattress was Tempur-Pedic, she was pretty sure—staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t have begun to sleep in the darkness then and so she had the television on. The police, she understood, were still trying to find the problem with the phone line and so actual communication was out of the question unless she borrowed a police radio.

      She lay there grateful that she hadn’t mentioned being filmed for Vacation USA to her parents as of yet—if they heard about the murder in Seward and on the island, they wouldn’t know that she was in any way involved.

      Her mom never said I told you so. She just worried about her. She hadn’t been so bad before the events on the Destiny; in fact, she had loved coming aboard the ships Clara had worked on for the last several years.

      She wished, of course, that she worked at a local theater—or in New York. She had gone to an audition in New York, as her mom had suggested, and found herself in a cast on a ship. But she had loved sailing and kept at it.

      She had great friends. Like Ralph and Larry and Simon. And Alexi, who she missed terribly. But Alexi was in love now, and Clara was delighted for her. Agent Jude McCoy was great; the two were wonderful together.

      It was just that Alexi wasn’t here.

      She shivered suddenly, then wondered why. Not that it was a strange thing to do, with what she had stumbled on that day, but she knew that wasn’t the reason.

      She was shivering because of Kimball. Something about him made her feel slimy. His flipping hand had seemed slimy!

      He hadn’t come on to her rudely. He hadn’t really come on to her. But she knew he intended to do so.

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