In the Name Of by Candace Irving

Author:Candace Irving [Irving, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blind Edge Press

She woke slowly, gently—and in her own bed for a change.

Kate stared at the lingering shadows on the ceiling of her room, her relief fading as last night's crime scene and that pricklingly exposed sensation she'd experienced while walking along the road with Arash filtered back in.

She'd texted the man after all. Roughly an hour after she'd arrived home, and only after Arash had reached out with an inane Did you see...? about a report that'd been uploaded to the Larijani file the previous afternoon. A report Arash had known she'd seen, because he'd mentioned it while they'd been eating dinner.

At the time, she'd thought about feigning sleep. After all, his initial text had come through after eleven last night. But she just wasn't petty. And, hell, why risk a budding friendship?

What would Ruger think?

Who was she kidding? She knew why she'd responded to that text. She'd seen those scars on the outside of the man's body before they'd left for the airbase. Given her own scars, she knew the wounds on the inside were bound to be a thousand times worse—with far too many still raw and seeping.

She just could not add to them.

So she'd sent back a pithy yep, saw it and then caved into the guilt and had followed those typed words up with the ones Arash had really needed to see. I'm home. Windows & doors locked. Glock next to bed. Ruger inside it. Nite.

His response: Thank you. Sleep tight.

She'd promptly put the phone down, lest she was tempted to add more.

But, seriously? If the man tried that Tarzan routine with her again, they'd have to have a talk. And Arash would be listening.

As for her?

Right now—this morning—she was listening to something she hadn't heard in weeks. Months even. Ruger. The German Shepherd's deep, contented snores were drifting up from the foot of her bed. For the first time since that first line of bags had appeared out on Ol' Man Miller's road, she hadn't woken Ruger in the throes of terror.

Nor had Ruger been forced to wake her.

No nightmares.

Sure, with her history there was always the chance she'd trembled through one or two and dreamt she was back there in that hellhole with Max and just couldn't remember it. But she didn't think so. Not only was Ruger soundly asleep, she felt good.

Kate eased her right hand out over her Glock to snag the dive watch from the nightstand beside her bed.

06:55.

That explained the beginnings of daylight that were bleeding into the room. But she still couldn't quite believe that she'd slept for over six hours at a stretch, much less that her body and brain were so well rested, she felt as though it had been sixty.

But she'd take it. More importantly, she needed it.

Especially now.

Last night their case had changed. The actual killings aside, those first two crime scenes had several psychological elements in common—including the fact that whoever had stabbed and burned Aisha and Tahira had wanted the women's bodies to be seen.

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