Scream For Me: A Novel of the Night Hunter (For Me #3)(40)
Author: Cynthia Eden

But when a man was desperate, he could do anything.

Kyle reached the incline, the perfect spot where the killer had been. Grass was bent, as if the man had been crouching there for a while. Kyle even saw the indention of a shoe print. He’d get techs out to make a cast of the print.

You screwed up. By hunting this way, you left evidence behind.

Then he heard the growl of an engine. Kyle’s head snapped up.

“Agent McKenzie!”

Kyle ran toward the growling engine, not slowing for the deputy. His legs pumped, faster and faster.

Branches cut into him, slicing over his arms and face. The growl was starting to fade away.

He broke from the woods and stumbled into the road. It was a tight, curving road. He raced into the curve, and saw the back of a car, wide and dark. Then the car was roaring away.

No.

He yanked out his phone. As soon as his contact at the sheriff’s office answered, he barked. “Lock down Highway Thirty-One! Get troopers and deputies out there!” His breath sawed out of his lungs. “We need an APB out for a black vehicle.” What the hell kind had it been? Similar to a cop car. “Looked like a Dodge Charger. Heading west on Highway Thirty-One. The suspect is armed and dangerous and should be approached with extreme caution.”

If they could get the car, put up the roadblock in time…

Then we’ve got you, you SOB.

Cadence stared down at the body. She was in what passed for the morgue in Maverick, a small county office that was chilled and smelled too strongly of antiseptic.

Christa Donaldson was in front of her. Covered by a thin, white sheet.

Christa’s mother had come out, seen her daughter, and collapsed. She was in the hospital then.

The doctors weren’t very optimistic about her chances of recovery.

Sheriff Henry Coolidge was still alive, mostly, anyway. When she’d left him at the hospital, he’d been attached to more machines than she could count.

On scene, she’d helped the EMTs insert an endotracheal tube into his lungs to help him breathe. That tube had saved his life. Now, if he could just get off the ventilator, Henry might pull through and be able to see his grandkids again.

But Christa would never see anyone.

“I’m sorry,” Cadence whispered to her. Like Lily, Christa had given her hope, something she didn’t have much of. A victim who’d been saved, only to be gunned down in front of her.

The door squeaked open behind her. Cadence stiffened, wondering if it was the ME. There were other questions that she’d need to ask him.

“I know you don’t like the dead bodies”—Dani Burton’s voice was soft—“so want to tell me why I find you hiding in here with her?”

Cadence turned. “What are you doing here?”

She was so glad to see her friend. She had to blink a few times because the antiseptic made her eyes watery. Must have been the antiseptic. Great. Now she was even lying to herself. The case is getting to me. Seeing a familiar face, the face of someone who knew her so well, had Cadence feeling a rush of emotion.

Dani’s black hair was pulled back, secured at her nape, and her dark coffee-cream skin glowed, even under the horrible fluorescent lights. Dani was a beautiful woman. She was so pretty that people often underestimated just how smart she was.

Dani used that underestimation to her advantage, all the time.

“We’d just touched down in Paradox when we heard about what was happening over here.” Dani let the door close behind her as she approached Cadence. Dani’s dark gaze drifted to the victim. “How old was she?”

Cadence pulled in a steadying breath. Dani had said we’d just touched down. It meant the boss, Ben Griffin, must be there, too. Backup. With the way this case was going, she and Kyle needed more FBI agents in their hunt. “Twenty-nine.”

Dani’s lips thinned. “He just couldn’t let her go.”

“She knew him. The perp had been at her table, talking to her the night before.” Deputies were at the bar right then, questioning all of the waitresses, trying to get the names of any people who’d been there the night before. “She was going to talk with a sketch artist this morning.”

Dani shook her head as her gaze lingered on the sheet-covered figure of Christa Donaldson. “Doesn’t seem right, does it? She got away once. It should have been enough. Nobody should have to face a monster twice.” Her gaze came back to Cadence. “Some men just can’t let go.”

Some men were more monster than anything else.

“The roadblocks haven’t turned up anything,” Cadence said as she ran a tired hand over the back of her neck. “The car hasn’t been spotted again, but with all the woods and cabins in this part of the country, the guy could have just stashed the ride somewhere and taken another one.”

If he’d been smart, and she sure thought the killer was. He would have planned ahead. Had another vehicle waiting just in case he’d been spotted at Christa’s house.

Kyle did spot you. Spotted him, but had been unable to stop the perp.

“I’ll run a check,” Dani said with a decisive nod. “Get a listing of all the cabins and rentals in a thirty-mile radius of the crime scene. We can search them all.”

With Dani’s skills, they’d have the information yesterday.

Dani’s gaze drifted over Cadence. “You realize you have blood on you?”

Dried blood, staining her shirt. “It’s the sheriff’s.”

Dani’s eyes widened. “Just how close were you to the guy?”

Not close enough to protect him. “I worked up the profile on him. I should have realized how desperate he’d be if he knew a witness had seen him.”

“This woman’s death isn’t on you.”

“Isn’t it?”

She sure felt like it was.

Her gaze slid back to Christa. I’m sorry.

Before Cadence could say anything else, the door flew open again. A young deputy with flushed cheeks stood in the doorway. “Agent Hollow!” His voice cracked on her name. “W-we found someone else…”

Patrol cars were parked haphazardly in the old diner’s parking lot. Men in uniform rushed around the scene.

Cadence advanced slowly. This woman’s death isn’t on you. Dani’s words seemed to echo in her mind.

They weren’t just talking about one woman’s death any longer.

Cadence slipped behind the diner and saw the body.

Another victim.

The blonde was on the ground, her arms spread beside her. Fully dressed, except for one high-heeled shoe that had slipped off her foot.