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alone?” the woman cop asked.
    He shrugged. “I thought she was just playing hard to get.”
    “What about Ms. Sheldon? Did you also think she was just playing hard to get?” T. Bradley asked.
    Gus closed his eyes and sighed. So she’d told them about that time she’d caught him in her neighborhood. “There’s no law against sitting in your car on a public street. I didn’t even realize she lived in the area. I was looking at the house down the block, okay?” Not even he could make the lie sound convincing.
    “Let’s go,” P. Donovan said and led him out of the building as if he were a criminal. In the small parking lot, he saw his colleagues waiting in their vehicles for the police to take him away.
    He wanted to kill McKenzie.
    “Please open the trunk of your car, Mr. Thompson,” T. Bradley said as Gus started to put the box in the backseat.
    “Why?” he demanded.
    “Just please open it,” P. Donovan said.
    He thought they probably needed a warrant or something, but he didn’t feel like making things any worse. He cursed under his breath as he moved to the back of the vehicle and, using his key, opened the trunk. It was empty, so he put the box in it. “Satisfied?”
    It wasn’t until T. Bradley rode with him to the police station and they had him inside in an interrogation room that they demanded to know where he’d been last night after he’d left the office.
    “We know you didn’t go straight home,” P. Donovan said. “Where did you go?”
    So much for being Mr. Nice Guy. Through gritted teeth, Gus said, “I want to speak with my attorney. Now. ”

Chapter Four
    He’d failed.
    Failed.
    The word knocked around in his mind, hammering at him until he could barely think.
    You got too cocky last night, you and your perfect record.
    It wasn’t his fault. It was the woman’s. The fool woman’s and that cowboy with the Southern accent who’d rescued her.
    That rationale didn’t make him feel any better. He’d had one woman who’d fought back before, he thought, tracing a finger across the scar on his neck. But he hadn’t let her get away and she’d definitely paid for what she’d done to him.
    The possibility of not only failure, but getting caught was what made it so exciting. He loved the rush. But he also loved outsmarting everyone and getting away with it. Last night should have gone off without a hitch. The woman was the perfect choice. He’d done everything right. If he hadn’t had to knock her out... Even so, a few more seconds and he would have had her in the trunk. Then it was a short drive to the isolated spot he’d found by the river.
    His blood throbbed, running hot through his veins, at the thought of what he would have done to her before he dumped her body in the Gallatin River. He had to kill them for his own protection. If he were ever a suspect, there couldn’t be any eyewitnesses.
    Except last night he’d left behind two eyewitnesses—the woman and the cowboy. Had either of them gotten a good look at him or his vehicle? He didn’t know.
    A costly mistake. He mentally beat himself for not waiting until he could leave town before grabbing another one. The northwest was like a huge marketplace, every small town had perfect spots for the abduction and the dumping of the bodies. Small-town sheriff’s offices were short on manpower. Women weren’t careful because people felt safe in small towns.
    Also, he had the perfect job. He traveled, putting a lot of miles on the road every year with different vehicles at his disposal. He saw a lot of towns, learned their secrets at the cafés and bars, felt almost at home in the places where he’d taken women.
    But last night, after a few weeks unable to travel, he’d been restless. The ache in him had reached a pitch. His need had been too strong. He’d never taken a woman in his hometown. One wouldn’t hurt, he’d thought. No, he hadn’t been thinking at all. He’d taken a terrible chance and look what had happened.
    He