Federal Agent Under Fire by Julie Anne Lindsey

Author:Julie Anne Lindsey [Lindsey, Julie Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-01-15T19:59:05+00:00

Chapter Nine

Blake’s team and West’s deputies filled the small sitting room at the hotel. The contents of the mysterious envelope were spread throughout the room, some on the small table, others pinned to a corkboard borrowed from the sheriff’s department. The rest moved hand to hand through the room for inspection.

Together the stack of glossy surveillance photos was a quarter-inch thick, and Marissa was centered in each frame.

West sat on the edge of the sleeper sofa, elbows pressed against his knees. “He left them on your windshield?”

“Yep.” Blake paced the patterned commercial carpeting, struggling for focus, the dangerous heat of vengeance roiling in his gut. “Set off my truck’s alarm to make sure I knew he was there.”

Marissa sat with West on the sofa, feet tucked beneath her. “They’re just like the photo that someone took of Kara.”

Blake ground his teeth. “Not someone. Nash.” He swore before turning back to his brother. “He’s practically following me around and I can’t find him.”

West kneaded his hands where they hung between his knees. “At least tell me there were surveillance cameras where you parked.”

Blake stopped to glare. The fire in his belly was nearly painful. “He looked right into the camera while he made the delivery.”

“So it’s on tape,” West said. “That’s good.”

Blake leaned against the wall and tipped forward at the waist. He’d spent years thinking he was after an unhinged psychopath, but that wasn’t who Nash was. The dresses. The underwater chapel. Months of dedicated stalking. Blake had him all wrong. Nash was a sociopath. Cold and calculating. Biding his time. Planning his kills. Probably enjoying the hunt as much as the attack.

“I found something else after you left the station,” West said. “I pulled the missing person report on the woman abducted earlier this month. It struck me as inconsistent that he’d taken months between the other kills, then after five years off, he made two back-to-back attacks.” He danced his thumbs over the screen of his phone.

Blake’s cell phone buzzed on the table. He flipped it around to face him and typed in the access code.

It was a photo of the last woman to be pulled from the lake. She looked like Marissa. Marissa had said so herself.

Marissa peered at West’s phone and made a strange gurgling sound. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

In the photo, the woman was wearing the same fitted running gear Marissa had worn the morning of her attack.

Blake swallowed a mouthful of bile. Nash had mistaken her for Marissa. “He’d been expecting Marissa on that towpath.”

West nodded. “I think so. The fitness app on Marissa’s phone showed a pattern of morning trips to that park. Typically, Tuesday mornings, the same day of the week that this woman went missing.”

Marissa’s face paled impossibly further. “Sometimes, I skip my morning jog to meet Kara for breakfast. It’s kind of our thing. Very impromptu. I’m always busy, and she slows me down with an unexpected invitation. I never say no.” Until today. A tear rolled onto her cheek and she quickly swiped it away.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.