Dark Deeds by Anne Marie Becker

Author:Anne Marie Becker
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-03-21T05:00:00+00:00

Sunday, 11:06 p.m.

As Becca crawled into bed—alone, but very aware of the man settling on her living room couch—she received a text.

I did it all for you. We’re in this together. Come see, and hurry. Lakeview Luxury Apartments, number 1203. —Your Fan

She swung her feet to the floor and immediately ran to Diego, who was lying on the couch, his hands tucked behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling in the moonlight. His gaze smoldered as he watched her cross the room, probably thinking she’d changed her mind and was coming back for seconds.

She handed him her phone. “It’s him. The SSAM Fan is back in Chicago.”

“He seems to be everywhere you are, and now he’s signing it directly to you.” Diego’s eyes sparked with something unreadable.

“Let’s go. I’ll be dressed in one minute.”

“Whoa.” He was on his feet and taking hold of her shoulders before she could walk away. “Shouldn’t we call for backup first?”

“They can meet us there.” She turned, freeing herself of his large, warm hands, but immediately wishing they were on her body again.

Diego began pulling clothes from his duffel bag in the corner. “Too bad Noah’s on his honeymoon. We could use some friendly CPD backup.”

“We’ve got SSAM,” she said. “In fact, we’ve got you. That’s why Damian hired you, right?”

Diego didn’t look so certain.

“We’ll call the cops,” she assured him. “But if we beat them there, I’m not going to just stand around.”

Thirty minutes later, she and Diego found themselves outside a posh high-rise in the Lakeview East community. Becca and Diego headed for the elevator. On the twelfth floor, the door to apartment 1203 was slightly ajar. Nobody answered her knock.

“No sign of the CPD,” Becca said. “We should see if anyone needs our help, right?”

Diego nodded. “I’ve got you covered.”

Both Diego and Becca drew their guns and edged their way inside, covering each other’s backs. The inside was furnished in leather and rich, glossy woods in a modern style. Everything smelled new and looked untouched, as if they’d walked into the floor model.

Except for the open front door, all seemed normal. Still, the hair on Becca’s neck was standing at attention.

“Hello?” Becca called out, moving farther into the apartment. At the open door to the bedroom, she froze. The dead, naked body of James Powell lay on the bed. His arms were spread-eagled, handcuffed to the wrought-iron headboard. His blue lips and the garrote wire around his neck indicated strangulation was the cause. A vase on the nightstand held a dozen yellow roses.

As bile crawled up her throat, the image of another room flashed in her mind. A rundown motel room set for a romantic rendezvous...and resulting in murder. The similarities here were so stunningly vivid, down to the smallest detail, that Becca was speechless. Which was a good thing, because she was afraid if she opened her mouth, she might vomit. The room blurred and shifted and she forced herself to inhale, then exhale. Repeated the action until the room righted itself—but nothing was right about this room.

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