Silent Warning. Kathleen Long

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      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Epilogue

      Prologue

      He dug his fingers into the flesh of her upper arm, relishing the lack of resistance beneath his grip.

      “You’re hurting me.” Rachel Braxton’s words were nothing more than a whimper. Probably all the so-called reporter could manage. Typical.

      He raised a brow then yanked her forward, the dense foliage snapping as he pulled her through. A tangle of weeds raked her bare legs and she stumbled, letting out another cry.

      Weak. So weak.

      A trickle of blood trailed the length of her shin, mesmerizing him for a moment. It was a shame to mar her beautiful body, but she’d left him no choice.

      He refocused on his task, dragging her behind him. He ducked beneath a large branch, laughing as it caught her in the face, clawing her neck and hooking the chain of her locket.

      She groped for the necklace too late and it was gone, vanishing into the dark depths of the marsh.

      “My necklace.”

      Her whine turned his stomach. As if she didn’t have bigger things to worry about. “You won’t need it where you’re going.”

      “Let me go.” Terror tinged her voice. Good. It was about time. “I don’t have what you need, but I’ll help you. I’ll do whatever I can. I swear.”

      He stopped then, savoring the fear glistening in her brown gaze. “Should have thought of that a long time ago, sweetheart.”

      Her expression pleaded with him, anxious and begging. Too little. Too late.

      “I’m telling you the truth,” she whispered, a tear sliding over her lower lid.

      “Honey, you haven’t told me the truth since the day we met.” He smiled, enjoying the widening of her eyes, the shortness of her breath. The hunted and the hunter. Her desperation and his power.

      He jerked her into motion, excitement slithering through him as they reached the edge of the trees. The glistening water of the sound appeared as they broke through to the clearing. Pale moonlight dappled the surface like a ghostly dance of lost souls. Perfect.

      A small boat sat anchored next to the marshy beach. He shoved her forward. “Get in.”

      “No.” Rachel stiffened as if steeling herself in one last desperate effort to appear fearless.

      He leveled his gun at her face. “Now.”

      Her body sagged as she climbed into the boat and dropped onto the unforgiving bench. Her teeth chattered noisily. She wrapped her arms around her waist as he pushed the boat from the shore, the small vessel slipping like a whisper through the murky water.

      When they neared the inlet, he started the motor, raising his gaze to meet her terrified stare. “Enjoying your ride?”

      Her trembling intensified. She lowered her head, her long blond hair covering her face as she gagged, vomiting onto the floor of his boat. The acrid smell mixed with the damp, salt air. He winced. So weak. Useless, actually. It was unfortunate. With her brains and investigative skills, she could have accomplished great things.

      He kicked her foot, grinning as she looked up. “Chin up. You’re about to get the story of your life.”

      He watched as her eyes darkened, the reality of her fate settling upon her. She lowered her head again, this time to pray, her words whispering into the unforgiving night.

      “God, please help me….”

      Too bad he didn’t have his camera. She’d be one to immortalize. One more example of how untouchable he was.

      She’d thought she could expose him, but he was about to prove her wrong.

      Dead wrong.

      He laughed, throwing back his head to let his laughter mingle with the sound of her prayer.

      Chapter One

      Kelly Weir shifted her Jetta into Park, staring up through the windshield at the gray bungalow. Cool, autumn air whipped through the sunroof, surrounding her with the smell of salt air and sunshine. She snapped off the volume on the radio then cut the car’s ignition.

      It had been less than twenty-four hours since Rachel’s brother, Jim, had called, yet here she was in Summer Shores, North Carolina. Her agreement to help the family by packing up Rachel’s things had been a knee-jerk reaction, the news of Rachel’s death having rocked her to the core.

      Scrutinizing the weathered lines of the small house, she blew out a slow breath and tamped down the sadness lurking at the back of her brain. How long had it been since she and Rachel had spoken? More than a year?

      Kelly climbed from the car, popped the trunk and threw her backpack over her shoulder. Time to get this over with. She grabbed two other bags and headed for the stairs, the distressed wood creaking beneath her as she climbed toward a screened-in porch.

      She dropped one of her bags onto the painted decking, shifting to reach the key she’d shoved in her pocket. Her elbow brushed against the front door and it cracked open. Kelly’s pulse quickened. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, pushing the door open wide to glance inside.

      The floors and furniture gleamed, an orange scent heavy in the air. Jim had mentioned there might be housecleaners here when she arrived. Judging by the appearance of the place, she’d just missed them, and they’d obviously forgotten to lock up.

      Breathing a sigh of relief, she stepped inside, lowering her bags to the floor. She tossed her backpack onto a faded teal sofa and crossed to the kitchen window to let in some additional fresh air.

      She’d no sooner slid up the old wooden sash than a noise sounded from another part of the house. Kelly stopped short, anxiety whispering through her.

      Her imagination. It had been a long day and her mind must be playing tricks on her. She gazed out the window, trying to focus on the scent of brine hanging on the ocean breeze.

      Thump.

      A chill rippled down her spine. Darn it. She wasn’t that tired.

      She steadied herself, trying to think rationally. The sun was out. People didn’t rob houses in broad daylight, did they? It was probably a neighbor doing something…neighborly. Surely СКАЧАТЬ