“Patrick is strong. The doctor’s believe he’ll have a full recovery. Sometime.” But with each passing day, the chances he’d come out of the coma grew slimmer. “Lucy’s with him every day.”
“Do you think that’s okay? For her?”
“I don’t know. She seems to be holding it together. And maybe—maybe he’s the only one she can talk to.”
Kate leaned into him, swallowing heavily. Her tension filled Dillon’s own body and he shifted in his seat, forcing her to look him in the eye.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to take you from your family. They love you so much.”
“Do you love me, Kate?”
She stared at him, startled. “How can you ask me that? I told you I do.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes I did! I told you last night after we made love—”
“Actually,” he interrupted, “it was while we were making love and I don’t count that. Look me in the eye.”
She did. He saw worry there. But he also saw her love.
“I love you, but—”
“No buts. Tell me again.”
She started to smile. “I love you.”
“Good. Then we’ll make it work.”
“But—”
“Shh.”
“Dillon, are you sure?”
“I’ve been a forensic psychiatrist for eleven years. I’ve had my hand in some high-profile cases. I think I might be able to find a job on the East Coast. Besides, Lucy is starting Georgetown in two months. I think I’d like to be here while she is.”
Kate looked relieved. “Maybe it will all work out.”
“I know it will all work out.”
Dillon took her face in his hands, kissed her. “Let’s start our vacation right now.”
“You want to get a flight back to San Diego?”
“No, that can wait a few days. I want to get back to the hotel.” He kissed her again, holding her lips hostage for a long minute.
“Um,” she murmured. “That’s nice.”
“That’s an understatement.”
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Through the back window of the cabin Kate saw her.
Her best friend lay on a blood-soaked mattress, a knife protruding from her chest. Her eyes were open, staring at Kate, accusing her.
A blink of something green caught her eye. Next to the door a digital clock. All at once, Kate took in the entire room, not just Paige’s dead body.
The wires. The plastique. The time.
The clock was counting backward: 1:11, 1:10, 1:09.
Kate broke the window with her gun and jumped through. She wanted to get Paige out, but didn’t have time.
Using her windbreaker as a glove, she reached over and pulled the knife from Paige’s body, wrapped it in her jacket, and leaped out the window.
She didn’t care about contaminating evidence. She just wanted a print. A print that could lead to the real identity of Paige’s killer.
You didn’t need evidence if you never went to court.
Praise for Allison Brennan
“New arrival Brennan wastes no time proving she’s a talent to be reckoned with.”
—Romantic Times Book Club
“Brennan does murder better than almost everyone writing in the suspense genre.”
—Armchair Interviews
Fear No Evil is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2007 by Allison Brennan
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