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but I hear he’s very loving. He’s a deacon at the church.”
    Hmm. Maybe the monster wasn’t her father. Maybe a manifestation of Jamie’s fear of being alone, of losing her mother.
    Lisa’s heart squeezed. She’d lost her own mother when she was about Jamie’s age. She’d make it a point to pay extra attention to the little girl.
    After all, Jamie was only five. She should have childish fears.
    But Lisa should be conquering hers.
    NEARLY A WEEK HAD PASSED since they’d discovered the first victim of the copycat Grave Digger.
    A week that had brought them no closer to finding the killer.
    A week of thinking about Lisa Langley and wondering if she was all right.
    Sure, Brad had the locals check on her. Physically, she was fine.
    But was she really healing? Moving on with her life?
    From his reports, she seemed to be. So why was he so damn nervous? Why had he been unable to sleep for the past six nights, wondering if she’d heard the news of the Atlanta woman’s abduction and death? If for some reason this new killer would come after her.
    He knew for a fact that she didn’t read the paper anymore, that she rarely watched the news. That the least criminal behavior triggered her paranoia, when she was struggling so hard to recover.
    But what if she had heard and was frightened? Lying in bed wondering why he hadn’t been the one to inform her a copycat had left White’s signature?
    Would Lisa call him if she knew?
    He’d left his number, told her countless times to phone him if she needed him.
    Had hoped that she might so he could hear that soft, sultry voice of hers.
    God, you’re sick. As if you’d have something to offer.
    You’re Brad Booker, a bastard child. A man who’s seen the most abysmal side of life. A man who’s killed without blinking twice.
    A man who should have protected her but let her down.
    The clock chimed midnight, the hours ticking by a constant reminder that another victim might be taken any minute. That this case was a chance for him to redeem himself in the eyes of his superiors. He’d been walking a tightrope ever since the White disaster. And this time he had to toe the line. Prove the hard-edged agent was still in control. Methodical. Able to compartmentalize. Stay detached.
    Reeling with frustration, he climbed from bed, wiped at the perspiration on his neck and opened the French doors of his cabin, aching for the quiet lull of the lake outside. The heat blasted him, though, insects swarming on the patio, being fried by the insect zapper he’d hung from the railing. He watched them dive toward it, circle the light, be drawn to its brightness. Then he heard the sizzle as they met their death.
    Just as he would ruthlessly take down the killer.
    As he’d done before.
    What would Lisa think if she knew about his past?
    He shook off the thoughts. The case was all that mattered.
    The first Grave Digger, White, had chosen all brunettes. That is, until Lisa. But Lisa’s abduction had been about revenge. Silencing her for reporting him to the police. Not the same motive as the others.
    The first victims had fit the same profile, had all been grad students in their twenties. Brunettes just like White’s mother.
    Grave Digger #2 had started with a brunette, too, although she wasn’t a student. She was a professional. Would this new guy deviate even more from the pattern as time progressed?
    The mangy mutt that hung around the lake stood near the woods, his skittish gaze connecting with Brad’s. The poor dog looked more like a lone wolf in the shadows, his gray coat matted and nasty. He had obviously been abused and would hardly come near Brad, which was fine with him. He didn’t want or need anyone depending on him.
    Still, from time to time he left food and water on the porch so the damn dog wouldn’t starve.
    He’d forgotten tonight. The dog hadn’t.
    Of course, the animal looked as if he’d expected it would come to this. That Brad would let him down.
    Grumbling beneath his