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Reaching around the corner, she flipped the switch and light filled the room. An eerie chill ran the length of her spine and a scream rose in her throat. Amy covered her mouth with her hand. Someone had ransacked her apartment.
     
    Chapter 3
    A light appeared in the third floor window and Carson turned toward the bar, confident of her safety for the evening. Why had he kissed her? He hadn’t planned for that. When she looked up at him and moistened her lips with her tongue, he couldn’t resist. Her body had trembled against his and he had to force himself away or he would’ve taken her in his arms and succumbed to the craving she triggered in him. These new emotions were confusing and causing his thoughts to wander. He’d never been affected like this before. Mixing pleasure with business would be difficult to avoid. He had to remember the main objective.
    Slipping his key card into the lock of his room, Carson turned the light on and carefully placed his Stetson upside down on the dresser. The red light flashed on the phone beside the bed. The only two people who knew how to get in touch with him would have called his cell phone. Picking up the receiver, he dialed zero.
    “Front desk, ” a woman answered.
    “Do you have a message for me?”
    “Yes. It’s from Mr. Rex Garrett. He would appreciate a return call as soon as possible. The number—,”
    “I have the number, thanks. What time did he call?” Carson glanced at the clock next to the phone. Three in the morning. He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. There were two messages from Rex. Carson had turned his phone off when he’d gone to the bar. It must be something important if his brother felt it necessary to leave three messages.
    “The call came in at ten-twenty.”
    Carson thanked the clerk and hung up. He punched in the number, put his cell on the speaker, and laid it on the dresser. While he waited for an answer he stripped off his shirt, shed his boots and slid his Wrangler’s to the floor. He pitched his clothes over the chair next to his bed. When Rex didn’t answer, Carson hung up and crawled under the covers. Rex would call again if he had an emergency. Right now, all Carson wanted to do is sleep.
     
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    Amy rushed down stairs to the lobby and coward in a corner. If the circumstances were different, she would contact the police. Glancing down at the cell phone in her shaking hand, she weighed her options. If she called the police, they would ask a lot of questions she didn’t want to answer. Amy stepped out of the shadow and peeped around the corner at the front door. Whoever broke into her apartment could still be out there, watching her. If she called the police, it might put Jamie and Trish in danger. She might have to reveal their location. Her heart pounded in her ears. What should she do? Standing with her back pressed against the wall, Amy dialed the only person in Cody she could trust and then retreated back into a dark corner of the lobby to wait.
    At this time of the m orning, the empty lobby gave Amy chills. Every time a car passed, lights reflected through the glass in the front door and made eerie images on the walls, causing her to jump and send her imagination soaring.
    Amy glanced around the corner when she heard a diesel motor. Stan’s red Dodge Ram pulled up to the curb and Bess stepped down. Amy rushed out of the lobby and threw herself into the older woman’s arms. Her voice shaking and close to tears, she blurted out, “I didn’t go inside after I turned the light on. I don’t have anything that anyone would want. Just that used television I bought at the pawn shop and it’s not worth much. Why would someone break into my apartment?”
    “ Have you called the police?” Stan pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll place the call so you can file a report.”
    “No!” Amy yelled and reached for phone. “I don’t want the police involved.”
    Stan and Bess, startled by her outburst, stared at