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a semipucker in return. “Tell the kids I’m sorry I missed them. I’ll check in.”
    “I may not answer,” she said. “I’m gonna watch Top Gun .”
    He paused on his way through the door. “That’s my favorite movie.”
    “I know. And I’m gonna double-butter the popcorn and do some serious harm to a bottle of wine.” She smiled with malicious gaiety. “Have fun!”
    He walked back to her, leaned in, and whispered, “Know my favorite part of that movie?” He put his hand on her breast and squeezed. “When Maverick and the chick get it on.”
    She shoved him away. “Go!” She said it sternly, but she was smiling.
      
    When Shaw felt he’d covered enough distance for it to be safe to stop, he pulled off the highway onto a rutted track that led into a dense thicket. He cut the engine and turned off the headlights. For what he needed to do, he would use the flashlight on his phone, which was new. Only he had the number.
    He shone the flashlight over the seat to check on Jordie Bennett. Best as he could tell, she was still out cold and hadn’t moved since he’d placed her in the backseat. But she wouldn’t be unconscious forever, and he had to prepare for that inevitability.
    He got out, retrieved what he needed from the trunk, then opened the backseat door and placed his phone on the floorboard to provide him light.
    She was as limp as a dishrag, making it easy for him to reposition her arms and legs. Once, she murmured something unintelligible, and he suspended what he was doing until he was certain that she wasn’t about to wake up. The longer she was out, the better for him.
    Better for her, too.
    But she didn’t come around, so, moving quickly, he removed her sandals, cursing the dainty buckles on the straps, then efficiently secured her feet and hands. He was backing out of the door, when he paused to brush a strand of hair off her cheek. That was when he noticed the blood spatters on her face.
    “Shit.” She would freak. He debated, then decided that taking a couple extra minutes wouldn’t matter.
    When he’d finished everything he needed to do, he gently closed the backseat door and the trunk and got back into the driver’s seat. Her and Mickey’s cell phones were lying in the passenger seat where he’d tossed them as he made his getaway from the bar.
    He started with hers and was relieved to see that it was getting a cell signal. He accessed the log of recent calls and scrolled through it rapidly, scanning the calls she’d made or received throughout the day today and for the past several days. All the names were listed in her Contacts. Nothing was noteworthy.
    Nothing except the last call she’d received.
    It had come in a few minutes after nine o’clock that evening. Nearby area code. A number with no name attached. She’d called it back twice. Shaw considered, then called it himself. It rang several times but went unanswered. He clicked off.
    Turning his head, he thoughtfully watched her sleeping form for several moments. Then he shut her phone down, removed the battery from it, and placed both in the glove compartment.
    He picked up Mickey’s phone, accessed the Recent calls and knew the Caller Unknown belonged to Panella. He would be standing by, waiting to hear “Mission accomplished” from Mickey.
    “Too bad, asshole,” Shaw whispered. “You’re dealing with me now.” He removed the battery from Mickey’s phone, and locked it in the glove box along with Jordie’s. Now feeling the pressure of time, he started the car.
    As he pulled onto the dark and deserted highway, he thought back over the evening. It hadn’t gone as he’d thought it would, but had actually turned out far better than anticipated. He’d come away with the primo prize. She lay unconscious in his backseat.

Chapter 3
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    L ord have mercy,” Hick sighed when they alighted from the sheriff’s office patrol car and surveyed the crime scene. “Bad as I expected.”
    The chopper that transported him