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motioned Jerry for another.
    He looked around the room as he swigged the second shot. He saw one of the old brothers, Rob, with one of the mamas. His wrinkled ass jiggled as he banged the whore. Hawk wondered if he’d be like Rob in thirty years: a wrinkled ass, no old lady, just club whores to fuck on worn-out sofas. He motioned Jerry for a third shot.
    Yep, that’ll do it. This was the one that gave him the buzz. Hawk pulled out a crumpled napkin and unfolded it, the one with Cara’s number. He took out his phone and dialed it, wanting to see her again. He wanted to get to know her a whole lot better, especially her pussy and those tits. Damn, just thinking of her made his cock jerk. He was like a twelve-year old. What is it about this one?
    “St. Clair’s Hospital. May I help you?”
    “Uh—sorry—I—uh—must have misdialed.”
    Hawk redialed more slowly the second time, making sure he punched all the right numbers.
    “St. Clair’s Hospital. May I help you?”
    He narrowed his eyes into slits. He drew in his breath. “Sorry, wrong number.”
    “Sir, are you looking for someone in particular? Maybe I can help you.”
    “You already have.” He slammed his phone on the counter. He picked up his shot glass and squeezed it, fury building inside of him. The glass shattered in his hand and drops of his blood dripped onto the counter. Fuck! Hawk would make her pay for this shit. No bitch made him look like a fool. Not. Ever.

Chapter Three
    “T hey found another body. I just heard it on the radio.” Asher greeted Cara with the news as she came into the office.
    “Crap, no. Where did they find it?”
    “Some hikers found her in a shallow grave near Wolf Creek Pass. Can you imagine finding that on your hike?”
    “Was it the same as the other ones?”
    Asher nodded. “Yup. Blonde, young, stabbed, and probably raped.”
    Cara shivered. “What a sicko. There’s no way this isn’t a serial killer. This is, like, the seventh body that’s been found in the last year: always blonde, young, with horrible things done to her. Why can’t they find this psycho?”
    “Yeah, he’s a definite psycho. I worry about you.”
    Cara looked at her assistant and smiled. Asher had been with her when she first opened her law practice, about four years earlier, and was her first employee. Not only was he her legal assistant, but he acted as her receptionist and “track down witnesses and information” guy. Without him, the office wouldn’t run as smoothly as it did.
    “Haven’t all the victims been blonde and very young? I think my brown hair is my shield, and even though I look good for twenty-eight, I don’t look eighteen.”
    “I’m just saying, be careful. And you need to tell your friend Sherrie the same thing. She’s crazy sometimes.”
    “I won’t argue with you on that. She’s crazy way too often.”
    Cara went into her office to prepare for her eleven o’clock appointment. Even though her workload was heavy, she had agreed to take on the referral because it came from a colleague who’d asked as a favor, since he had to have surgery and would be out of commission for a while. When she first finished law school, Les had been a great mentor to her, so when asked, she acquiesced to take the case.
    Cara was tired, but she loved being on her own, and she found helping the underdog had its rewards. After all, wasn’t that why she went to law school—to help people, to make sure justice was served for everyone and not just for the ones who could afford it? She knew her father was disappointed because she went into criminal defense instead of corporate law and didn’t join his prestigious law firm, but she wanted to work with people, not companies and figures. She also wanted to make her legal mark on her own, without favors from her dad.
    Sighing, she looked out the window. The Rocky Mountains, dotted with vibrant evergreens, never grew old. Cara wished she could stop a bit, breathe a little, and do something