The Gathering Dusk by Cynthia Eden

Author:Cynthia Eden [Eden, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2016-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

THE ELEVATOR DOORS dinged when they opened in the parking garage. Samantha hurried out, her gaze automatically sweeping the area. It was early, so the visitors’ parking section only contained a handful of cars. The air was crisp and her steps seemed to echo against the concrete as she marched toward her vehicle.

She was almost at her car when she glimpsed the other woman. Standing against a heavy stone column, positioned under the security camera, the woman with the red hair and long black coat seemed to just be...waiting.

Samantha stilled. Her head turned as she moved to face the threat. “Are you all right?” she asked the woman. “Is there something I can help you with?” But her words were guarded because alarm bells were going off in her mind, triggering her instincts.

The way she’s positioned, as if lying in wait... This isn’t some woman who is having car trouble or—

“You’re an FBI agent, aren’t you?” the woman asked, and what seemed like excitement flashed in her eyes.

Samantha’s shoulders straightened. “Who needs to know?”

“You came to visit the victim.” A quick smile spread on the woman’s face. A pretty woman, classic features, porcelain skin and blue eyes. “Is she doing all right? Will she survive?”

Samantha took a step back and assessed the woman once more. The lady wore designer clothes—high-end, definitely pricey. Her red high heels gave her an extra three inches, but Samantha figured the woman was about five foot three. The way the redhead held herself, the confidence in her stare, the directness of her speech... “Are you a reporter?” Samantha asked. The obvious assumption but...

“You were at the scene last night,” the woman said, nodding. “I recognized you. But you left before answering any questions. Did you leave because of your injury or because you were the one who pulled the trigger and killed George Farris?”

Samantha’s gaze swept over the woman, memorizing her. She didn’t know all of the reporters in the DC area, but she’d make a point of learning everything she could about this lady. “I have no comment for the press.”

The redhead’s lips thinned.

“What’s your name?” Samantha asked her.

“Hannah Broderick, with Channel Seven.” Her smile was broad. “You sure you don’t want to tell your side of the story? In cases like this, the last thing you want is for the public to think that they’re dealing with some trigger-happy agent.”

“We’re done with this conversation,” Samantha said flatly. She turned on her heel and headed for her car. She didn’t hear the sound of footsteps behind her. As she approached her little coupe, Samantha saw her own reflection in the driver’s-side window. Her fingers reached for the door handle and she found herself hesitating. Samantha glanced back—

The woman was gone.

The elevator doors dinged as they closed. Her gaze jerked toward the elevator bank and she saw the light gleam above them as the elevator rose. Her jaw locked and Samantha dug out her phone. She pressed the contact button for Blake and when he answered, she said, “Watch yourself, partner.

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