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a locksmith in the morning and send the cleaning crew over to straighten up this mess. But you’re coming with us tonight.”
    Amy didn’t argue further. She didn’t wa nt to stay in the apartment and with trembling hands; she grabbed her duffle bag and threw in her toiletries, extra clothes, a jacket, boots and socks. She carried the bag out into the hall. Stan locked the apartment, picked up the bag and walked the ladies to the truck.
     
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    The hooded man watched from across the street, hidden in the shadows of the same warehouse where Carson had stood. He hadn’t found anything in the apartment to tell him where to locate the hidden sister. The old lady across the hall had spotted him leave and stopped him.
    “What are you doing in Amy’s apartment?” Tilting her head to the side, she raised her eyebrows and glared at him.
    Max thought he handled it well. “I’m Amy’s brother. She told me to pick up some of my things. Do me a favor? Don’t tell her I came by. I want to see if she misses any of my stuff.” He laughed.
    The old woman stood there in her robe, holding that damn cat against her chest and squinted at him over the top of her glasses before chuckling, “I won’t say a word.”
    When he got half-way down the stairs, he heard her door slam. He thought for a minute, he would have to silence her permanently, but she had finally agreed to keep quiet. He couldn’t afford any trouble before he found the other sister.
    Where would Amy keep her address? He couldn’t log into her damn computer. He tried but had never been comfortable on them. There had to be information on her whereabouts somewhere. He would just have to make her tell him and then he’d kill her. Killing gave him a thrill he had experienced only a couple of times since going to work for Martin Kenner. To watch a victim squirm and beg for their life set his blood to boil. Max didn’t like the sharp shooter assassinations. He couldn’t see his intended’s eyes when they first realized they were going to die. The biggest thrill he ever got had been that woman in Atlanta he choked to death. Her eyes almost bugged out, her face turned blue and drool ran from her mouth. Damn, that had been almost better than sex. He didn’t know she was Martin’s first wife, until much later. It didn’t matter though. He had a killer instinct and if Martin wanted him to blow someone away, he would. For a price.
    Strolling toward his black SUV, Max smiled at the thought and crawled inside. Slipping the key in the ignition, the engine purred to life. He cranked the heater up full blast. He knew Carson had already left for the motel and his truck would be in the parking lot. Max reached into the glove compartment and retrieved the tracking device s. Now all he had to do is plant them.
     
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    Carson plopped over onto his stomach. He couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured Amy’s innocent face. He admired her determination to protect her sister and niece at all costs. Even to the point of putting her career on hold. Carson couldn’t figure out why they didn’t go to the police in the first place. And why is Martin so hell bent on killing his wife and daughter? That would put another unsolved disappearance on the records that could be tied to the man. From all indications, Kenner adored his daughter. Surely he didn’t want her killed. Then again it’s hard to know what goes through a criminal’s mind. If Carson’s instincts were correct, Martin had a drug lord pressuring him for the money Jamie took. Money does weird things to people, especially if it belongs to some really bad people.
    Carson gave up trying to sleep , grabbed a bottle of water from the tiny refrigerator the hotel had in each room, and reached for his cell phone. Dialing the number he knew by heart, he counted the rings until Rex picked up.
    “This better be good. It’s five in the morning and I don’t do dawn,” the familiar voice of his brother