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calm breaths and his racing pulse settled.
    He needed a plan. Yeah, he’d ditch his old plan. His brain ticked over fast as a computer. He had a good brain. All he had to do was use it and find a way over or around this roadblock. And food. He needed food to aid his brainpower. The roast dinners never tasted as good as the ones at home, but it would suffice.
    He had three weeks before he needed to fork over the money for the investment. The bitch had plenty of money stashed away—money she’d kept to herself instead of sharing. He had a right to that wealth. A legal right and she’d denied him.
    And now, she taunted him…
    A thought occurred. He twisted and tugged at the idea before a slow smile bloomed. The smile dug into his cheeks. Sexy dimples, she’d called them when they’d first met.
    Yeah.
    He’d done it once.
    He could do it again.
    The bitch owed him, and one way or the other he’d get his just rewards.
    It was only fair.
    Happier now that he had a plan, he stood and made his way to his rented cottage.
    She’d thought she was smart. Wrong . He was the clever one who’d accessed her laptop via remote to learn everything he’d needed to locate her. She hadn’t had a clue, and he grinned, recalling her expression once she’d recognized him.
    The shock.
    The sliver of fear.
    Then she’d had to open her mouth, and he’d lost his temper.
    That wouldn’t happen again.
    Never let it be said he didn’t learn from his mistakes.
    * * * * *
    She’d been crying. Gerard’s heart squeezed out an extra pump on seeing the red-rimmed eyes and pale face. Without a second thought, he pulled London into his arms and gave her a hug. She clung to him, and despite the circumstances, his feline purred. Gerard pressed a kiss to her forehead, most of her straight brown hair hidden beneath a pale cream beanie, then pulled back to smile at her. A matching scarf wound around her neck.
    “Are you ready to go? It’s cold, but it’s not raining.”
    “I’d like to walk, if that’s okay. It will help my stiff muscles.”
    “We never got around to that massage, did we?” He took her hand because it pleased him and led her from the bed-and-breakfast and along the garden path to the entrance gate.
    “I contacted the High Commission in Wellington and found out what I needed to do.”
    “Aw, hell. No wonder you’ve been crying. I could have helped you.”
    “No, I needed to do it myself. I packed Jenny’s stuff.”
    Surprise filled him and he turned to read her expression. “The cops didn’t come to search through her gear?”
    “No. I didn’t even consider that but they should have.”
    “Yes. They should explore other avenues. Henry did not do this, London. I know my friend. He’d never hurt a woman. Never.”
    “It’s okay. You don’t have to keep telling me. My brain got scrambled at first, but I agree. I saw Henry and Jenny together before the race. They were happy and only had eyes for each other. Where is Geoffrey?”
    “I had to leave him locked up, and he isn’t happy with me. When he couldn’t find Henry, he started whining and crying. Geoffrey knows something is wrong.”
    “I don’t suppose you could take him to the police station.”
    “His lawyer told me they’re sending Henry to Dunedin.” Not gonna happen .
    “I’m sorry.”
    Gerard led her toward Storm in a Teacup. “It’s not your fault. Did you see anything strange when we approached the clearing?”
    “No, not really. I looked for Jenny and Henry then focused on the zombies. There were a lot of them.”
    “Yes. I saw a zombie come out of the bush. He was big, tall, but he disappeared. We don’t know his identity. The police think they have their man and aren’t following up on other leads.”
    “How did Henry get the knife? He wasn’t carrying any bags. You both wore shorts. There was nowhere for him to hide a knife. Running with one and doing the obstacles—impossible.”
    “His fingerprints were on the knife,” Gerard