Deadly Intent (Mindhunters)
Kylie Brant
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0425238539
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Forensic linguist Macy Reid is an expert on kidnapping, having been abducted when she was a child. So, she is the perfect investigator to be called in when a Denver tycoon's eleven-year-old daughter is abducted-for the second time. But Macy's biggest stumbling block may be a member of her own team: Kellan Burke, the wise-cracking, rule- breaking investigator who relishes getting under Macy's skin-and who just may be the man to help her confront the demons from her past.
considered as he unzipped his coat, meant exactly nothing. Which matched what they had so far on this case. “So what’s a place in this neighborhood cost in Denver?” he asked conversationally. Travis reached over to turn down the heat. “How should I know?” His voice was irritated. “I’m not a real estate agent. Besides, I live in a condo.” “Fine choice,” Kell said approvingly. “Houses are just a pain in the ass, right? Lawn care, snow removal . . . who the hell needs that?” “People who prefer
didn’t say anything. Slightly panicked, she searched her mind for something to say. Came up with nothing. Damn the man, where was that glib charm when she needed it? “Um . . .” She held out her hand, showed him the crumpled note. “I came to collect.” He studied her gravely. “Technically, you didn’t extend me any credit.” “I’ve got the IOU. You signed it.” The nerves in her stomach were doing jumping jacks. Leaning forward, he took it from her, examining it carefully. “That does look like my
soothing. Bit by bit, she felt herself relax. Her eyelids drooped. She had the half-formed thought that she needed to replace the scissors before her mom came in the next morning to check on her. But sleep was sucking her under, and her limbs were unresponsive. It was then that he pounced. The weight hit her body, jolting her from exhaustion back to alarm in the span of seconds. She felt the hand clamped over her mouth, the prick of a needle in her arm, and fear lent her strength beyond her
hurried across the hallway to the wide stairway. Her heels seemed to tap a familiar rhythm. One, two, three, he’s coming for me. Four, five, six, he’ll be here next. She reached the stairs, quickened her pace. And tried to believe that she wasn’t hurrying from that childish inner voice that had never been completely silenced. “Adam Raiker.” After returning FBI Agent Tom Shepherd’s handshake, Adam cast a jaundiced eye around the cramped office, with its metal government-issued furniture,
“Quinn’s death was on the crime blotter in the tip I . . . that Raiker got,” Kell corrected his near slip smoothly. “The discovery of Hubbard’s body was fed into Coplink.” Travis eyed him suspiciously. “How do you know about Coplink?” In an effort to distract the man, Macy put in, “What might seem a routine B and E could yield clues if we found, for instance, that only a girl’s clothing was stolen.” The warmth from the coffee mug was welcome, so she kept her hands wrapped around it. “Or maybe a