Strangers in the Night. Kerry Connor

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      This book is dedicated with gratitude to everyone who

       ever told me they enjoyed something I wrote (even when

       I suspected they were just being kind) for that little bit of

       encouragement I needed to keep going.

      Your words meant the world to me and helped me find

       my own. Thank you.

       ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      A lifelong mystery reader, Kerry Connor first discovered romantic suspense by reading Harlequin Intrigue books and is thrilled to be writing for the line. Kerry lives and writes in Southern California.

       CAST OF CHARACTERS

       Allie Freeman —A witness to murder.

       Gideon Ross —The bounty hunter was tracking a criminal when he found a woman running for her life.

       Kathleen Mulroney —Her murder set everything in motion.

       Price Chastain —The real estate mogul had gotten away with plenty of crimes—and intended to get away with this one.

       Roy Taylor —Ross’s nemesis was hunting prey of his own.

       Ken Newcomb —Ross’s NYPD contact.

       Dominick Brancato —A man with a mission of his own.

      Contents

       Prologue

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Prologue

      The taxi rolled to a stop next to the Chastain building just after nine o’clock.

      For a moment Allie sat there, listening to the raindrops patter against the roof of the cab, staring out through the liquid-smeared window into the darkness. She knew there was a light burning directly above the door she planned to use to enter the building. The veil of rain obscured it, making the alley between the Manhattan high-rise and its neighbor appear utterly black.

      Naturally she’d forgotten to bring an umbrella. It had been that kind of day.

      The driver twisted in his seat and shot her a skeptical glance. “You sure you don’t want me to take you around the front?”

      The only thing Allie was sure about was that this was the last place she wanted to be. She was exhausted. Her back was killing her; her feet ached. All she wanted was to sink back against the cushioned seat and have him take her home.

      But she’d made the mistake of doing her brother a favor and getting him tickets for tomorrow’s Mets game, then compounded the error by leaving them on her desk. That was what she got for being in such a hurry to leave work on a Friday in the first place. Of course, with her luck it had to be an early-afternoon game. For her brother and his buddies to get to the ballpark in time, she either had to come back to work tonight or make the trip early in the morning. After the week she’d had, there was no way she was getting out of bed before noon tomorrow.

      She reached into her purse for the fare. “This is fine.”

      “You want me to wait?”

      “No.” She’d be lucky to afford the fare back to Queens without paying him to sit there while she ran inside. She’d have to try to hail another taxi when she got out.

      Shoving the money into the driver’s open palm and ignoring the look that said he clearly thought she had a few screws loose, Allie stepped out of the cab. A few seconds later it pulled away.

      She moved quickly down the alley, muttering under her breath about baseball and younger brothers. She only hoped that by using the back service entrance and bypassing security in the front, she could get in and out faster. One of the night СКАЧАТЬ