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    Chapter One
    Lacey Parker wasn’t having a good day.
    After working for two consecutive days on a major project, she’d sent it off only to hear back from the client who wanted the whole thing done with different specs just to see if he liked it. He was willing to pay for it, but Lacey didn’t think she could go through the grind. All she wanted to do was to chuck the whole thing in the bin, or actually hit the delete button, but part of being a freelance designer was honing the art of dealing with people who made unreasonable demands that needed to be met… Now! Now! Now!
    Maybe it was time to take a break. Rather than reply to her client in the mood that she was in, she closed her laptop, picked up her purse and took a quick look in the mirror. A cup of hot coffee would cheer her up and give her a fresh perspective on this mess. She would take the job. Lacey had known she would have to jump through a lot of hoops when she started to work as a freelancer, but she loved the freedom of choosing her own hours and picking up work that excited her. And she could travel to her heart’s content. It was a small price to pay for the occasional difficult client.
    Plus, she liked the challenges and the deadlines.
    Lacey strolled out the door, locked it and took the stairs. She was a fit and active woman, and although at five feet four inches she wasn’t terribly tall, she was what some would call voluptuous. Pleasingly plump. Curvy...
    A product of West Indian parents of African descent, she’d inherited her mother’s sapodilla brown complexion and her father’s pointed chin. It was a combination most men found irresistible, not that she gave many of them the time of day. At a mere twenty-three years of age, Lacey didn’t have any intention of tying herself to a guy. She wanted to travel the world and enjoy life. A man certainly didn’t fit into her scheme of things. Sure, work did, but then that was necessary to pay her bills. She was a working, independent woman and hadn’t asked her parents for any support ever since she turned eighteen.
    That was just the way she liked it.
    Lacey knew how to take care of herself, and no man could tell her different. As she marched along, her thoughts veered back to the project and the client’s new demands. Perhaps, it might not be a bad idea to try the design in a different way. It would take several hours to complete it, but it would give her portfolio a boost and she would gain some more experience. Whichever design he rejected, she could add to her growing collection of ready-made features. It wasn’t a bad deal all around.
    Ahead, she saw the neon sign of the coffee shop. It closed at one at night, and right now it was twelve fifty. She picked up her pace.
    Just then Lacey heard someone running behind her, breathing heavily. The hair on the nape of her head lifted. Beads of perspiration gathered on her forehead. And even though her muscles tightened, she forced herself to step aside to let the person pass, rather than run. I’m over-reacting. Criminal Minds and CSI are not real life, only make-believe. But as she neared a darkened alley to her right, an arm snaked around her face and cupped her mouth. Another strong arm wrapped around her waist. The man dragged her inside the alley, as if she was a sack of feathers. It happened so quickly she barely had time to take a breath. Lacey kicked out her legs; at the same time her abductor released her.  She stumbled against the wall.
    “Scream and I’ll gut you.”
    The knife that gleaned in the moonlight froze her vocal cords. She whimpered. “Take my purse, my money.”
    “Toss it over here.”
    A part of her wanted to flee the scene. She slipped off the purse and handed it over. Although she’d never experienced something like this, Lacey made it a point not to carry too much cash in her bag. She only had one credit card that she could cancel after she went home, and sure, she would miss her phone but it wasn’t more