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raging hard-on that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Mine! His mind screamed at him. She is mine you son of a bitch! And I won’t let you screw this up!
    He watched in deadly silence as that bastard pulled out of her driveway and drove away, hatred flowing through his veins in a mad rush. He needed to release his anger. He couldn’t lose control. Not yet! He had waited so long for his Katie, and he couldn’t mess it up now. Too many years…too many plans.
    He turned and walked through the darkness to where he had safely hidden his car, glad for the fact that as per usual for his Katie, she had purchased a house that was secluded; closed off from everyone, just as she had always been. It was perfection. He slipped behind the wheel and started the engine, his body rippling. She would be his soon enough, but for now, someone else would have to do.

Chapter 3
     
    “Hey, Mac!” Ben called as Cole walked through the doors of the station the following morning, feeling as if he had been run over by a frigging semi. He hadn’t slept at all the previous night; his mind having been tormented by emerald eyes and full, kissable lips, and he had tossed and turned until the sun broke over the horizon, leaving him in an absolutely foul mood.
    “Yeah?” he grumbled, stopping and turning toward his partner. His mood was showing no signs of improving, and he just wanted to lock himself in his office for a while.
    “What was that little hottie’s name from yesterday?” Ben asked, and Cole felt himself bristle slightly, hating him calling her that. Easy, shit-head.
    “Why?” he asked, his mouth settling itself into an even deeper scowl as he tried to keep his tone even. He had worked with Ben for the last four years, and he was a great partner, but he was also sometimes just a complete asshole and a pain in the ass. The man didn’t have an ounce of tact in his entire body.
    “Smith and Cortez got a fresh homicide this morning, and the vic looks a whole hell of a lot like your girl.”
    Cole felt his gut clench viciously at his partner’s words; to the point that the breath was stolen from his body… fuck! He glared at the folder that Ben held in his hand and yanked it from his grip, opening it with hands that trembled slightly, he noticed with a grimace. He felt his heart stop when he saw the eight by tens of the body. Oh, Holy Christ…no! It just couldn’t be.
    Cole gazed down at the pretty brunette lying there so lifelessly in the photo, her empty eyes staring up blankly at a sky that she would never again see, and he felt his heart kick back into gear when he realized with the breath rushing out of his lungs in a mighty whoosh, that this wasn’t Katherine. Yes, there was a striking resemblance between the two, but she didn’t have that straight, perfect nose that Katherine did, or those full, perfect heart-shaped lips. Nor did she have those incredibly deep green eyes. Christ! This was definitely not how he had wanted his day to start.
    “What happened?” he asked, noticing the bruises around the girl’s neck. He didn’t need to be a genius to see how the girl had died. It was right there, glaring back at him in perfect, sickening detail. Shit! Sometimes he just absolutely hated his job.
    “She was out at a club with some friends, went outside to have a smoke, and never came back. Homeless guy found her this morning at first light, dropped behind some dumpsters he was rummaging through. Is this your girl?”
    Cole shook his head, relief washing over him, even as the anger for this poor girl hit him full on. “What’s her name?”
    “Amanda Porter, twenty-six. She was raped and strangled. The son of a bitch brutalized her. There’s a lot of damn anger there.”
    Cole handed him back the folder and sighed. He saw this type of thing all the damn time, yet it never got any easier. How did you ever get used to looking at someone who never had a chance to live a full life? Shit. One of the reasons that he had