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the top at the woman as she passed by. He liked the way her tits bounced a little, even constrained as they were by the designer spandex. Matching shorts showed a butt that was shapely enough even for his exacting taste. He could feel himself growing hard as he thought of having her to himself.
    His meticulous research had garnered no fewer than six possible targets that met every criteria on the list. The hunt was always more gratifying in larger locales. With so many prospects he could afford to be choosy, while keeping the others to be considered for a later date. It hadn’t taken long for Courtney Van Wheton to rise to the top of his list.
    He folded the paper carefully and got up, holding it casually to hide his straining cock. This last surveillance had been a formality. He just had to finalize the details for the snatch.
    A smile crossed his lips at the prospect. He was a bit vain about his looks so he wasn’t surprised when a nearby young woman pushing a stroller returned his smile with one of her own. He ignored her. She was too young and he’d learned long ago the merits of sticking with the mandatory requirements. Van Wheton would be his very soon. He’d come to appreciate the anticipation. Within the first few hours of being taken, she’d be moved out of state. Just vanish, with no trace.
    She couldn’t know it, but her days of freedom were coming to an end.

Chapter 2
     
    She resisted the slight pressure he was bearing on her hip. Facing him was a mistake. Hiding her emotions required an effort that was currently beyond her. She felt shattered. Pleasantly limp and dazed. At least that was the reason she gave herself for the fuzziness of her thoughts.
    “I’m not good at this.”
    His lips curved against her shoulder, and she heard the amusement tinge his words. “I beg to differ.”
    She kicked his ankle, then had her foot captured when he threw a leg over it to pin carelessly. But she was shocked to hear his voice go sober. “Think I don’t know you’re the cautious type? We’re both a bit out of our element here. But just because something isn’t planned doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea.”
    Somehow she finally found the strength to face him. When she did she found him too close. Too warm. Too intense. “Usually it does.”
    He smiled again and she felt her bones going lax. Up close his eyes were more gold than brown and humor warred with desire in them. Oddly it was the humor that had her heart rate accelerating.
    “Only because you equate planning with control. Admit it.” He took her earlobe in his teeth, worried it gently. “Wasn’t it just a little bit fun to lose control a while ago?”
    To admit the truth would be to lose completely. Because ‘fun’ didn’t begin to cover the devastating effect the man had had on her senses. Was still having….
     
    The ring of his cell phone was a welcome interruption from the ViCAP reports Cam was poring over. The FBI’s Violent Criminal Apprehension Program database was an invaluable way to compare details from violent crimes involving unidentified human remains. His initial queries had yielded little, so he’d inputted more general details of this case. Going over the resulting reams of information was making his eyes bleed. He rubbed the heels of his palms into his eyes before picking up the cell, squinting at the screen before answering it.
    “Prescott.” Working his shoulders tiredly, he checked his watch. It was after seven. Time to head home, grab a beer and put his feet up to watch the Cubs game he’d DVR’ed last weekend. They’d lost—again—but at least it’d been close. Still worth viewing.
    “It’s Beckett Maxwell.”
    “Sheriff.” Cam straightened in his chair. Maxwell was the sheriff in Boone County where they’d found the second victim. “Good to hear from you.”
    “Appreciate the invite to the daily briefings. I plan to start making them, as soon as I’m close to being fully manned again.” A tinge of