Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

work its way out.
    He flipped the knife over and cursed when it sliced through the thin latex glove. He inspected the wound. Not too deep and barely bleeding. Whatever blood he lost would mingle with Fischer’s anyway. What were the chances they’d find that exact spot of blood and his DNA? Nil. He gripped the knife and battered against the split with the heavy metal hilt until the bone finally collapsed inward. He probed the opening with the tip of the blade until he heard the tink of metal on metal.
    “There you are.”
    He set the knife on the bed and tried to dig his fingers into the hole but it wasn’t big enough.
    “Damn it,” he muttered and grabbed his knife again. He was running out of time. He shifted positions. His thighs ached with the prolonged squat and he grimaced at the pain. He whacked Fischer’s skull a few more times until the hole was big enough to get his fingers in. Within moments he found the bullet and pulled it out with a triumphant flourish.
    Blood and brain matter splattered him. He cursed his own idiocy then wiped the mess from his face and down the length of his black pant legs. He slipped the bullet into his pocket then wiped the blade on the mattress. He slid his knife back into its sheath and stood.
    He rubbed at the tightness of his thighs as he surveyed the scene. Fischer lay crumpled on the floor. A small pool of blood stained the concrete by his head. With deliberate care, he lifted the slight man and placed him on the bed. He swiped at the blood stain with the blanket then covered the dead man with it. He studied Fischer then turned the man’s face toward the wall and laid his arm over his eyes. A pleased smile touched his lips.
    “There, now. Don’t you look like a man who is deep in sleep? Not a care in the world, eh, Fischer?”
    He gave the dead man a snappy salute and walked from the cell.
    He looked at his watch. Three minutes remained before the Deputy showed up. He removed his bloody gloves and shoved them in a pocket then withdrew another pair. He moved through the office with ease until he found his way back to the break room. Flipping the camera fuse back to its operating position, he strolled out the front door. He peeled the gloves from his hands and climbed into his car.
    He pushed the start engine button then turned the car around and headed home. He flipped the radio on and sang along to the pop song streaming from the speakers.
    Just as he turned onto Pearson Street he caught sight of headlights coming over the road behind him.
    Deputy Carson had returned right on time.
    He sang louder and grinned. He was glad he got out when he did.
    Killing the deputy would have taken the fun out of this assignment. He had plans for her. All of which involved wine, a hot tub, and lots of naked skin.
    He couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow.
     
    * * * *
     
    “What the hell happened?” Tag asked again for the hundredth time. He stared down at the bloody mess that used to be Brian Fischer. Two crime scene techs were in the cell with the coroner and the body. They all wore blue jumpsuits with FBI stenciled in yellow across the back.
    “Someone killed him,” Boone said.
    “No shit. How?”
    “With a gun.” Boone held up a bagged splintered brass casing. “Looks like a .357.” His dark-black eyes dropped to the gun holstered on Tag’s belt. “Just like the one you’re carrying.”
    Fury blasted through Tag with the speed of a sonic boom. “Don’t you dare suggest I did this, Boone. That’s bullshit and we both know it.”
    The tall lawman held his eyes for a long, indecipherable moment. Tag hated the way his friend could hide his thoughts so damn well. No man should be that inscrutable. Not even one with Native American heritage and shaman ancestry.
    Sweat formed at the base of Tag’s throat and he swallowed hard. He looked away and stared at Fischer’s orange-clad body. The prison jumpsuit was splotched with patches of dark, dried blood.
    The coroner knelt next to