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reality in her life? He haunted her thoughts and dreams, but the man himself was a mysterious stranger.
But there was no denying the fear that clutched at her heart like spiky pincers. She finally stepped away from the gate and began the long walk back to the truck.
She made one staggering step beforetwo strong arms wound around her from the back. Panic made her gasp for breath.
“What’s wrong, Nicole? Are you hurt?”
“Remy? You scared me to death. Where were you? Why didn’t you come?”
“I went to the truck like we said.”
She pulled away from his grasp. “You said you’d be right behind me.”
“I would have been, but by the time the safe was closed and the fireplace in order,Lee was already in the house.”
“Did he see you?”
“No. Fortunately, he went straight to the kitchen and then I heard the back door open. I figured he’d grabbed a beer and stepped out onto the deck. I hoped to God you hadn’t waited around, but I figured if you had, he’d have been thrilled that you’d stopped by.”
“He didn’t see me. I ran, like you were supposed to do.”
“I ran—justin the opposite direction. Once I’d covered my tracks, I opened the bedroom window and jumped out. But don’t worry. I closed it behind me and even tapped the screen back in place. We’re home free—at least for now.”
The fear dimmed enough that her thoughts began to clear. “Do you really have the missing evidence film?”
“I found a DVD that could be it. I’ll have to get back to my truckand my laptop to know for sure. But that’s not all I found.”
“What else?”
“Let’s start back to the truck and I’ll tell you all about it.” He tugged her around so that they were heading in the opposite direction.
She’d been so upset she hadn’t known her right from her left. It didn’t surprise her. Remy had her world spinning on a new axis, out of control. Taking risks. Deliriouslyinfatuated.
Except for the danger, she hoped it would never end.
* * *
I NSTEAD OF TRYING TO WATCH the video in the cramped truck, Remy had agreed with Nicole’s suggestion to go back and watch it in Dr. Cantrell’s office. It was after hours. They’d have the place to themselves.
Remy was impressed with the classy setup. Cantrell was obviously a very successful plastic surgeon.
He made a quick pit stop while Nicole started a pot of coffee. By the time she rejoined him in her office, two cups of steaming brew in hand, he had the DVD in the computer and ready to roll.
She pulled a chair up next to his. “I’m almost afraid to look.”
“It shouldn’t be too gory. The missing film was from the outside camera, so it won’t show the body or the murder itself.”
“I mean I’m afraid to look because it might be pictures of Lee winning some award instead of Reggio Sanchez.”
Remy clicked Play. “We’ll soon find out.”
The first shots were of an empty alleyway. A cat cast shadows in the dawn’s first light as it jumped from one trash can to another. Headlights that looked to be from a passing car briefly lit the scene.
A second later, a woman wearinga black coat and carrying an oversize handbag entered from the right. Her shoulders were slightly stooped, her short hair gray and frizzed.
“Bingo. That’s Jessie Klein,” Remy said.
“How do you know?”
“I did my research.”
Just as she unlocked the back door of the diner, a tall man wearing baggy jeans and a light-colored T-shirt strode into the picture. Tattoos spiraled fromhis wrists, ducking beneath his short sleeves before curling up his neck. He needed a shave.
Remy paused the video for a better look. “That’s Reggio Sanchez, a son of a bitch who’s been terrorizing anyone who crosses him for decades.”
“How did Jessie cross him?”
“She didn’t. Her grandson did and she witnessed his murder and named Reggio as the triggerman. She was a reliable eyewitnesswho apparently didn’t let Reggio frighten her into keeping quiet.”
“So he
But there was no denying the fear that clutched at her heart like spiky pincers. She finally stepped away from the gate and began the long walk back to the truck.
She made one staggering step beforetwo strong arms wound around her from the back. Panic made her gasp for breath.
“What’s wrong, Nicole? Are you hurt?”
“Remy? You scared me to death. Where were you? Why didn’t you come?”
“I went to the truck like we said.”
She pulled away from his grasp. “You said you’d be right behind me.”
“I would have been, but by the time the safe was closed and the fireplace in order,Lee was already in the house.”
“Did he see you?”
“No. Fortunately, he went straight to the kitchen and then I heard the back door open. I figured he’d grabbed a beer and stepped out onto the deck. I hoped to God you hadn’t waited around, but I figured if you had, he’d have been thrilled that you’d stopped by.”
“He didn’t see me. I ran, like you were supposed to do.”
“I ran—justin the opposite direction. Once I’d covered my tracks, I opened the bedroom window and jumped out. But don’t worry. I closed it behind me and even tapped the screen back in place. We’re home free—at least for now.”
The fear dimmed enough that her thoughts began to clear. “Do you really have the missing evidence film?”
“I found a DVD that could be it. I’ll have to get back to my truckand my laptop to know for sure. But that’s not all I found.”
“What else?”
“Let’s start back to the truck and I’ll tell you all about it.” He tugged her around so that they were heading in the opposite direction.
She’d been so upset she hadn’t known her right from her left. It didn’t surprise her. Remy had her world spinning on a new axis, out of control. Taking risks. Deliriouslyinfatuated.
Except for the danger, she hoped it would never end.
* * *
I NSTEAD OF TRYING TO WATCH the video in the cramped truck, Remy had agreed with Nicole’s suggestion to go back and watch it in Dr. Cantrell’s office. It was after hours. They’d have the place to themselves.
Remy was impressed with the classy setup. Cantrell was obviously a very successful plastic surgeon.
He made a quick pit stop while Nicole started a pot of coffee. By the time she rejoined him in her office, two cups of steaming brew in hand, he had the DVD in the computer and ready to roll.
She pulled a chair up next to his. “I’m almost afraid to look.”
“It shouldn’t be too gory. The missing film was from the outside camera, so it won’t show the body or the murder itself.”
“I mean I’m afraid to look because it might be pictures of Lee winning some award instead of Reggio Sanchez.”
Remy clicked Play. “We’ll soon find out.”
The first shots were of an empty alleyway. A cat cast shadows in the dawn’s first light as it jumped from one trash can to another. Headlights that looked to be from a passing car briefly lit the scene.
A second later, a woman wearinga black coat and carrying an oversize handbag entered from the right. Her shoulders were slightly stooped, her short hair gray and frizzed.
“Bingo. That’s Jessie Klein,” Remy said.
“How do you know?”
“I did my research.”
Just as she unlocked the back door of the diner, a tall man wearing baggy jeans and a light-colored T-shirt strode into the picture. Tattoos spiraled fromhis wrists, ducking beneath his short sleeves before curling up his neck. He needed a shave.
Remy paused the video for a better look. “That’s Reggio Sanchez, a son of a bitch who’s been terrorizing anyone who crosses him for decades.”
“How did Jessie cross him?”
“She didn’t. Her grandson did and she witnessed his murder and named Reggio as the triggerman. She was a reliable eyewitnesswho apparently didn’t let Reggio frighten her into keeping quiet.”
“So he
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