Silent Run (Sanders Brothers #1) by Barbara Freethy

Author:Barbara Freethy [Freethy, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Suspense
Publisher: Fog City Publishing, LLC
Published: 2011-08-21T16:00:00+00:00

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A storm was coming, Dylan realized as he got out of his car. Dark black clouds were blowing in off the ocean. The temperature had dropped twenty degrees, and he shivered as he made his way up to Catherine Hilliard’s front door. It was half past five. He hoped she was home and ready to go. He was impatient to get down to LA.

After she’d left for her class, he’d settled in at a coffee shop down the road. In addition to swilling down three cups of strong coffee, he’d gotten on the Internet and begun researching Jessica’s disappearance. He’d also done a little digging into tattoos, specifically of the tiger variety. It hadn’t surprised him to learn that tattoos could be linked to various gang organizations as a symbol of their fidelity. In fact, the tiger tattoo, which many believed to stand for fierceness, power, and loyalty, could also be traced back to specific groups linked to the Russian Mafia. Dylan sincerely hoped that Sarah’s would-be killer was not part of that organization, but at the moment he couldn’t discount any possibility.

Knocking again, he wondered what was taking Catherine so long to answer. Her yellow VW Bug was parked in front of her garage. She had to be home. And her house was small. He could go from one end to the other in about thirty steps. Trying the knob, he turned it in his hand. He’d never been one to ignore an open door, so he walked into the cottage, calling out for Catherine. There was no answer.

Crossing the room to the desk, he rifled through the drawers of her desk, feeling only a slight twinge of guilt at invading her privacy. Any woman who left her door unlocked was fair game, he rationalized.

The phone on the desk suddenly rang, and he jumped. He stared at it for a long moment and then picked up the receiver. "Hello," he said.

He heard someone take a breath; then the phone slammed down and there was nothing but silence. Obviously the caller had not expected a man to answer. That was odd.

He was just hanging up when the front door opened and Catherine walked in. Her golden-red hair was windblown, her cheeks stained with pink, her eyes a deep, mesmerizing shade of blue. He drew in a quick breath, shocked by his physical reaction to her. She wasn’t his type at all, he reminded himself. Nor was he here to get involved with her. She was just the means to an end—the end being Caitlyn and his brother back together.

"Your door was open," he said.

"And a lock would have stopped you?" she countered, a challenge in her eyes.

"Maybe not, but it might have slowed me down. Do you always leave your door open when you go out?"

She hung up her coat on a hook by the door. "I just ran next door to see if my neighbor could watch my pets while we’re gone. But we’re going to have to wait until morning.

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