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Authors: Mallory Kane
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was sure from her reaction was a fancy, revealing one, and anyone would draw the same conclusion. A deep, nauseated shudder rippled through him. He had to catch this bastard before he laid one hand on Holly. “When can Baldwyn get to these?”
“He’s on a missing-child case right now, and you know how he is when he’s working. But he ordered in some food earlier. That means he may come up for air soon.”
“Tell him I want to know which of Holly’s possessions the UnSub’s going after next. And when.”
“How soon do you need this? Like, yesterday?”
Jack laughed without humor. “Sooner. Now, what do you have on my suspects?”
“Let’s see. There was nothing on the Baptist preacher, but Peyton, your vic’s fiancé, took out a substantial insurance policy on himself shortly before he disappeared. Holly is the beneficiary. Of course, it hasn’t paid out yet because Peyton is still listed as missing. The insurance salesman who sold it to him was Earl Isley. He wrote her husband’s life insurance, too.”
“Well, Holly didn’t kill them for the insurance. So, you think Isley?”
“Maybe he plans on marrying into that money. It’s been done before. The two policies together are seven figures.”
Jack filed away that information. “What about Sheffield?”
“Now, he’s interesting. Donald Sheffield is currently under a restraining order in Jackson. Seems he was a little too persistent with a young woman who tried to break up with him. Wouldn’t leave her alone. Got physical.”
Jack’s pulse hammered in his temple. This could be his first real lead. “A restraining order. That’s the guy Holly said tried to turn a couple of dates into a commitment.”
“You want the locals to pick him up for questioning?”
“Yes. And I want to be there. Have them notify me when he’s coming in. And thanks for the quick work.”
“Thank Nat,” Decker said. “She worked all night.”
Jack smiled. Natasha Rudolph was, like all themembers of their elite team, the best at what she did. And considering what Nat did with computers, Jack never ever wanted to find himself on her bad side. He had no doubt that with a few keystrokes, she could wipe out all traces of his existence.
“Tell her thanks, and give her two more to check out—Robert Winger and Stanley Hanks.”
“I’ll tell Nat to get right on it. Now, I’ve arranged with the local field office to check in with you daily via your cell phone. And you’ve got their number if you need assistance. And remember, I can be there within a few hours.”
“I know.”
Decker’s voice took on a new timbre, the tone of friendship. “Take care of yourself, Ice Man. I’ll see you in a day or two.”
Jack nodded his appreciation, even though his boss couldn’t see him. “Make sure the locals understand how important it is that they call me about Sheffield. He sounds like a classic stalking personality. He could be our guy.”
U NCLE V IRGIL LAID OUT the three notes like velvet jewel cases in front of Jack. Holly sat to one side of her uncle’s ancient desk and refused to look at the plastic-bagged pieces of paper. She’d spent enough time staring at them. Their words were carved like surgical scars on her heart. Their presence made the unthinkable a reality.
Jack picked up one of the notes and studied it. He looked at the front, the back, held it up to the light and peered through it. He turned it upside down and stared at it, then righted it and stared some more.
Holly was fascinated. He was totally focused on thepiece of paper, his dark brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed. He carried it to the window, holding the plastic bag against the glass, as if the light shining through the paper could reveal a secret message or code.
His long fingers splayed against the window pane promised strength and gentleness at the same time. She’d known the man less than twenty-four hours and the touch of those fingers was already familiar to her.
She shifted
“He’s on a missing-child case right now, and you know how he is when he’s working. But he ordered in some food earlier. That means he may come up for air soon.”
“Tell him I want to know which of Holly’s possessions the UnSub’s going after next. And when.”
“How soon do you need this? Like, yesterday?”
Jack laughed without humor. “Sooner. Now, what do you have on my suspects?”
“Let’s see. There was nothing on the Baptist preacher, but Peyton, your vic’s fiancé, took out a substantial insurance policy on himself shortly before he disappeared. Holly is the beneficiary. Of course, it hasn’t paid out yet because Peyton is still listed as missing. The insurance salesman who sold it to him was Earl Isley. He wrote her husband’s life insurance, too.”
“Well, Holly didn’t kill them for the insurance. So, you think Isley?”
“Maybe he plans on marrying into that money. It’s been done before. The two policies together are seven figures.”
Jack filed away that information. “What about Sheffield?”
“Now, he’s interesting. Donald Sheffield is currently under a restraining order in Jackson. Seems he was a little too persistent with a young woman who tried to break up with him. Wouldn’t leave her alone. Got physical.”
Jack’s pulse hammered in his temple. This could be his first real lead. “A restraining order. That’s the guy Holly said tried to turn a couple of dates into a commitment.”
“You want the locals to pick him up for questioning?”
“Yes. And I want to be there. Have them notify me when he’s coming in. And thanks for the quick work.”
“Thank Nat,” Decker said. “She worked all night.”
Jack smiled. Natasha Rudolph was, like all themembers of their elite team, the best at what she did. And considering what Nat did with computers, Jack never ever wanted to find himself on her bad side. He had no doubt that with a few keystrokes, she could wipe out all traces of his existence.
“Tell her thanks, and give her two more to check out—Robert Winger and Stanley Hanks.”
“I’ll tell Nat to get right on it. Now, I’ve arranged with the local field office to check in with you daily via your cell phone. And you’ve got their number if you need assistance. And remember, I can be there within a few hours.”
“I know.”
Decker’s voice took on a new timbre, the tone of friendship. “Take care of yourself, Ice Man. I’ll see you in a day or two.”
Jack nodded his appreciation, even though his boss couldn’t see him. “Make sure the locals understand how important it is that they call me about Sheffield. He sounds like a classic stalking personality. He could be our guy.”
U NCLE V IRGIL LAID OUT the three notes like velvet jewel cases in front of Jack. Holly sat to one side of her uncle’s ancient desk and refused to look at the plastic-bagged pieces of paper. She’d spent enough time staring at them. Their words were carved like surgical scars on her heart. Their presence made the unthinkable a reality.
Jack picked up one of the notes and studied it. He looked at the front, the back, held it up to the light and peered through it. He turned it upside down and stared at it, then righted it and stared some more.
Holly was fascinated. He was totally focused on thepiece of paper, his dark brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed. He carried it to the window, holding the plastic bag against the glass, as if the light shining through the paper could reveal a secret message or code.
His long fingers splayed against the window pane promised strength and gentleness at the same time. She’d known the man less than twenty-four hours and the touch of those fingers was already familiar to her.
She shifted
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