Unbreakable Bond & The Missing Twin: Unbreakable Bond / The Missing Twin. Rita Herron

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      “What’s your next step?” Amanda asked.

      “I’m going to investigate the Hoods, and William’s wife, Mitzi. She dated William before Nina and was pissed when Nina turned up pregnant with his child.”

      “Sounds like motive to me,” Benjamin muttered.

      Slade sighed. “Yeah, although the nurse didn’t remember seeing William or Mitzi at the hospital that night.”

      “You said yourself it was total chaos,” Amanda commented. “With all the panic and rescue workers scrambling about, anyone could have slipped through and no one would have noticed.”

      “Something else is bugging me,” Slade said. He removed the doll and showed it to them, then explained about the psychiatrist’s report.

      “Do you think she’s unstable, that she put it there herself?” Benjamin asked.

      Slade shifted on the balls of his feet. “No. At least she doesn’t appear to be delusional.” He decided to run with a theory. “But what if someone wanted everyone to think she was?”

      Amanda drummed her fingers on the desk. “Then putting things in her apartment, like the lullaby CD and doll, that would remind her of her loss would do the trick.”

      Slade ran a hand over the back of his neck. It was devious, effective and cruel.

      And he intended to find the son of a bitch who’d tormented her and make him suffer.

      * * *

      INSTINCTIVELY NINA REACHED inside her purse for her cell phone. She had to call Slade.

      But after her father’s comment and seeing the psychiatrist’s report, she was afraid Slade wouldn’t believe her.

      The windowpane rattled upstairs, the floor creaking, and pure panic seized her.

      What if the person who’d put the blanket on the rocker and started the CD was still inside?

      The rain pounded harder, beating the roof, and suddenly the lights flickered off. Nina froze, listening, waiting.

      But common sense kicked in, and she slowly slipped into the kitchen, pausing to listen for an intruder. The wind whistled through the eaves, the rain intensifying, and she eased open the door to the garage, scanning the darkness. A streak of lightning illuminated the interior, then suddenly a shadow moved across the window.

      Terror streaked through her, and she ran to her car, jumped inside and locked the doors. Her hands shook as she dug her phone from her purse and tried to punch Slade’s number. But she was trembling so badly she dropped the phone. She glanced at the window and saw a hand scraping across the fog-coated pane as if the man was reaching for her.

      She screamed, bent to snap up the phone again then inhaled a deep breath to calm her nerves. She was locked in the car. The man was outside.

      She was safe.

      Finally she managed to punch in Slade’s number. Again, she thought she saw the silhouette of the man race across the window, and her lungs squeezed, begging for air. The phone rang once, twice, then Slade’s husky voice echoed over the line.

      She clenched the phone close to her mouth. “Slade, someone was in my house,” she whispered. “They’re outside now.”

      “Where are you?”

      “The garage.” She scanned the window again. “In my car.”

      “I’ll be right there.”

      The line went dead, and she clawed inside her purse and found her mace, bracing herself in case the man attacked.

      * * *

      SLADE SLAMMED ON his horn, yelling at the cars to get out of the way. He wished to hell he had a siren to make the traffic move faster.

      Nina might be in danger. He had to get to her, find out who was at her house.

      Rainwater spewed from his tires, and he ground gears as he rounded a curve and sped onto the street leading to her house. As he neared the cul-de-sac, he searched the street and surrounding property.

      His headlights flickered across the lawn, and he spotted a dog trotting by the mailbox. Darkness shrouded Nina’s house inside and out, sending alarm bells clanging in his head.

      The rest of the neighborhood had lights.

      Slowing, he pulled to the side and parked along the street, removed his weapon and crept toward her drive, glancing left and right in search of the intruder. The wind was blowing, tree branches swaying beneath the force, but the rain began to die down, turning to a drizzle.

      His boots crunched wet leaves and twigs that had blown down in the storm as he inched forward. Moving slowly, instincts alert, he checked the front of the house. A streak of lightning zigzagged across the lawn, allowing him to see that no windows had been broken.

      The intruder could have gotten in around back.

      Slipping sideways, he padded around the outside of the house to the backyard. Woods backed up to the property, trees providing cover for someone who might have been inside and escaped.

      He scanned the distance, but it was too dark to see into the trees. A twig snapping to the left made him jerk his head sideways, and a shadow moved. He raised his gun to fire, but a dog suddenly ran past, and he cursed. Dammit, he could have shot the animal….

      Still tense, he made his way around the house, passing in front of the windows in the garage. Nina’s car was parked inside, but the interior was dark and he couldn’t see if she was still there.

      Knowing he’d spook her if he knocked, he removed his phone and called her number.

      She answered on the first ring. “Slade?”

      “I’m outside. It’s clear out here. Open the garage door and I’ll search the house.”

      “I can’t. It’s electric,” Nina said.

      “There should be a button to switch it to manual.”

      “Yes,” Nina said. “Let me find it.”

      A minute later, the garage door slid upward. Nina looked pale and shaken, and she was clenching a vial of mace in her trembling hands.

      At least she’d had something to protect herself.

      “You didn’t find him?” she whispered.

      “The only thing I saw was a dog.”

      “It wasn’t a dog, Slade,” Nina cried. “It was a man. I saw his hand on the window.”

      “How did you know he’d been inside?”

      Pain flickered in her eyes. “He left me another present.”

      A curse rolled from his lips. “Stay here and let me make sure СКАЧАТЬ