In a Heartbeat. Rita Herron

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СКАЧАТЬ transcript of Lisa’s testimony.”

      Brad’s gut clenched. Every word of that agonizing testimony had been seared into his brain.

      “Or hell, he probably bragged about it in prison,” Ethan said. “You know how these sickos are. White was a sociopath.”

      Brad nodded. Right, the bastard had no conscience.

      Brad almost understood. He’d been forced to get into perps’ heads too many times. Had seen their handiwork. Had witnessed their unspeakable acts.

      Had begun to think he might be tainted himself from the violence. Not knowing his daddy or the genetic pool he’d come from triggered disturbing questions in the dark hours of the night.

      The M.E. lifted a maggot from inside the box and bagged it. July 1, the dead of summer, and the Atlanta temperature soared near a hundred, making the heat in the box even more suffocating.

      The poor woman. How long had she been kept down there before her killer had called? Brad turned toward Gunther, the local officer. “She the one you’ve been looking for?”

      “Matches the sketch,” he said, tight-mouthed. “I’ll phone the family to meet us at the morgue and verify her identity.”

      Brad grimaced. One of the worst parts of the job. Telling the victim’s family.

      He still remembered Dr. Langley’s reaction when he’d phoned to relay the news that they’d found Lisa. Alive. Only the man hadn’t reacted as he’d expected.

      “We’ll question the other inmates where White was imprisoned,” Ethan said.

      Brad mumbled agreement. “And I want to talk to that reporter.”

      “I’ll get someone on the lumber supply companies,” Ethan said. “He may be building these boxes himself, like White did. Maybe we can get a jump on where he bought the wood.”

      Surges staggered up, wiping at his mouth. “Sorry.”

      “Don’t sweat it, kid. You’ll get used to it,” Brad said. “Just start canvassing those cabins around the lake.”

      Surges nodded, and Brad contemplated different possibilities—such as what if White hadn’t been operating alone years ago?

      Sometimes serial killers worked in pairs….

      The hairs on his neck tingled. They’d explored that angle during the original trial, but had never found any evidence to support it. But they could have been wrong.

      Ethan moved up to his side. “Are you going to tell Lisa?”

      Brad jerked his head toward his partner and swallowed hard. He’d never confided his feelings for White’s final victim, but Ethan had sensed the attraction. That Brad had nearly lost perspective.

      But Lisa hated him. Would barely even look him in the eye.

      How could he blame her? He’d hounded her for information on her boyfriend for weeks, accused her of covering for the man, even suggested White had used her, that she was a fool if she didn’t know the truth.

      Then, when she’d finally phoned him to admit her suspicions, he’d promised to protect her. But White had gotten to Lisa first. The week that followed had been hell for Brad.

      But nothing compared to the ordeal Lisa had endured. Seven days and nights of pure torture.

      Ethan cleared his throat. “Booker?”

      “No, not yet. I don’t want to alarm her.”

      “You think that’s wise? Maybe she remembered something during the last four years that might help us. Like the place where White kept her. Or a second man.”

      Brad nodded, feeling resigned, while they both tried to focus on the details regarding this other woman.

      But as things wound down, and he strode back to his car, a sense of foreboding followed him. Could he ask Lisa to relive those nightmarish details again? To tap into her subconscious, where she’d repressed some of the horror?

      Of course you can. You’re the man without mercy. You can do whatever it takes to get the job done.

      His stomach knotted as another thought struck him. If this psycho was copying White’s crimes to a tee, would he go after Lisa just as the last madman had?

      FOUR YEARS LATER, and Lisa still checked over her shoulder everywhere she went. She sighed, determined not to obsess over the past as she drove around the small north-Georgia mountain road toward Ellijay. But this particular stretch of road, barren and practically uninhabited, with acres of woods, always gave her the willies.

      Lush green grass, wildflowers, rolling hills and valleys filled with groves of apple trees all swished past, the scenery so picturesque she almost wanted to stop and take a photo. To venture into the woods off the side of the road to pick some flowers.

      Yet a sliver of unease raced up her spine as she glanced into the shadowy groves. It was too isolated. The shadows held danger. The trees created a canopy of hidden secrets. The leaves shading the sun painted the forest in darkness.

      And another drought had rippled across the South. A water shortage had caused the grass to wilt, the flowers to die, the heat to kill. Just as it had when the Grave Digger had struck.

      She sped up, anxious to pass the area and enter the small town, where everyone was friendly. She’d purposely left Atlanta after her ordeal because in every crowd she’d seen a potential attacker. In every dark alley, a psycho waiting to grab her. In every smile from a man, an invitation for trouble.

      Would she ever get over her paranoia that someone would attack her again? That becoming involved with a man would end in danger?

      William is dead, she reminded herself for the hundredth time that week, as she turned into the day care parking lot. He’s never coming back.

      And you have a new life.

      Or did she?

      How could she really have a life if she continued to be afraid of her own shadow? If she held herself back from friendships, from involving herself in the community because she didn’t want to become a victim again?

      No, it had to be this way. She was just trying to survive.

      Now, she was safe. She’d changed her last name from Langley to Long. She’d rented a small cabin on top of a rolling hill with apple trees surrounding it. She could see anyone approaching from miles around.

      No one in Ellijay knew her true identity, or what had happened to her four years ago.

      She intended to keep it that way.

      Didn’t want the pitying looks. The curious questions. The suspicious eyes wondering if she was crazy. The condemning ones that screamed she was to blame for her own assault. And for those other women’s. If only she’d been smarter, come forward sooner….

      Just as her father had thought. Oh, he hadn’t come right out and said it, but she saw it in his eyes. The disappointment. The shock СКАЧАТЬ