Endgame by Dee Davis

Author:Dee Davis [Davis, Dee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780778301561
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2005-01-01T07:00:00+00:00

It was too cold to be walking, but Madison didn't care. She needed to clear her head. She'd taken a taxi to Fifty-seventh and Second, and then on impulse made him stop and let her out. Jeremy Bosner lived at Sutton Place, so she really hadn't far to go, and the crisp October night was just the tonic she needed.

The wind blew sharply off the East River, cutting through the leather of her coat as if it were cotton or chintz. She pulled the collar closer and tipped her face to the breeze, letting it wash away the frustrations of the day.

They'd found nothing, just chased then: tails around while the murderer yanked their chain. Of that she was certain. Whoever had hacked into the computer had wanted them to find him, or at least the trail he'd left. He was toying with them.

Just as Gabriel Roarke was toying with her.

Madison stuffed her hands into her pockets, picking up the pace. There were people on the street, but not as many as she'd have expected this time of night. Light spilled across the pavement as she passed storefronts and apartment buildings Above her, wildly gyrating leaves were lit by the adjacent apartments. People safe and warm.

Home.

A rush of longing swept over her, the need to belong swamping all other emotion. It was a stupid thought, of course. The wistful dreams of a foolish girl. And she was no longer that girl. She had a home. Just blocks from here. And her father and her mother, and friends, and a job she loved.

She needed nothing else. It was only the past reaching out to pull at her. Like the wind. She pulled her arms into her sides, attempting to lock in the meager warmth her jacket provided. She should have stayed m the taxi.

She stopped, half thinking that she'd flag another one, when something, a movement or a noise dragged at her subconscious. Slowly she turned around, her gaze sweeping the street, looking for the source of the worry blossoming in her gut.

The last of the evening's stragglers seemed to have disappeared. She was nearing York and the river, Fifty-seventh Street shifting from retail to residential seemingly in an instant. Behind her, about a half a block away, a man walked his dog. Or more precisely, his dog walked him.

A couple across the street stood in the shadows, making out, their arms locked around each other, oblivious to everything else. Jealousy tickled her mind, but was dismissed easily in her need to find the source of her concern.

She waited in the lamplight, watching the street for signs of something amiss. Nothing moved except the man and the dog, the lust-filled couple, and an elderly man and woman who emerged from a building just up the way. Everything was as it should be. Her imagination was simply getting the best of her.

With a shiver she hurried forward. Jeremy lived just past York, his brownstone part of a cul-de-sac that had held court for a couple hundred years, the graceful buildings harking back to a more elegant time.

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