Hidden Prey (Lawmen) by Cheyenne McCray

Author:Cheyenne McCray [McCray, Cheyenne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense
Publisher: Pink Zebra Publishing
Published: 2014-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

Tori sat on the couch in the living room downstairs, and O’Donnell was in the overstuffed chair. The furnishings were ugly with goldish brown upholstery and dark wood coffee and end tables that were scuffed and had clearly seen plenty of use.

She’d spent some time with her clarinet, which had soothed her, but she was feeling caged now. She glanced at O’Donnell, who still had small cuts on his face from the night at the first safe house when they’d been attacked.

One of the popular reality singing shows was on TV and she thought her brain was going to explode. To her trained ear, much of the singing, guitar playing, and piano playing was so bad that it physically hurt to listen to the contestants. Granted, some were fantastic but the bad ones were giving her a headache.

“You okay?” O’Donnell asked, drawing her out of her thoughts as the commercials came on.

“I’ll be fine.” She tried to smile but it wasn’t easy. “Just going a little stir crazy. I could really use a glass of wine right now.”

“I don’t blame you for being stir crazy. I’ll get you some water.” He looked apologetic. “Sorry we don’t have anything stronger.”

He stood and headed in the direction of the kitchen then paused in the archway between the rooms. “Hey, Danson. Toss me a couple bottles of water.” He stayed in the doorway where he could keep an eye on the front door and Tori while he waited for Agent Danson to hand him the bottles.

Where was Landon? Tori wondered. He’d been gone since early this morning and it was now evening. Was it possible he wasn’t going to return today? A new ache in her chest surprised her. Why did she need to see him so badly? Was it need or want?

Both.

She leaned her head back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. She didn’t know how on earth she was going to manage living in protective custody. She was getting claustrophobic. She was happy to have one of her clarinets but would love a notebook to compose in. She couldn’t find paper or a pen anywhere in this damned house. Composing and playing her instrument soothed her whenever she was upset and everything around her was in upheaval. She’d been through that plenty of times with Gregory.

Her throat worked as she thought of him. He’d been a bastard, but he hadn’t deserved to die the way he had. His intern hadn’t deserved to be murdered, either. Even though Landon told her not to blame herself, she couldn’t help the feeling that the deaths were her fault.

When O’Donnell returned, he handed her a water bottle that was icy cold to the touch.

“Thanks.” She took the bottle and unscrewed the cap before taking a drink. The water was cool and refreshing, but she really did want something stronger.

O’Donnell’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered it. “About time.” O’Donnell got up and went to the door.

A moment later he let Landon in.

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