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Author: Mary Jane Clark
again and find someone, see the expression on a young woman’s face as she looked up at him. But for now he had to gratify himself with the makeup alone. He knew the FBI was still looking for him, and it worried him. How could he have known that the pretty coed he followed home from the Mardi Gras parade was the daughter of the FBI’s director? How could he have known that he would end up all over the national news?
“I won’t harm you if you cooperate.”
She had listened, her eyes bright. She didn’t know that he didn’t really plan on using the knife. But the knife worked well. Women were terrified at the prospect of disfigurement.
“Tell me that you love me.”
She had put up no struggle. As she lay there, his pleasure increased. Maybe she did love him, maybeshe enjoyed it. Just like the girl in Miami and the last one in Louisville.
He didn’t want to be caught and was fighting hard to hold back. He was using all his willpower to keep himself from finding another woman.
Merilee and what happened on the boat didn’t count. That was different.
CHAPTER 4
Breathing heavily and dripping with perspiration, two blocks from her high-rise, Cassie slowed down to walk the rest of the way. Aware of the checks she had to send to Jim twice each month and the fact that the checks from KEY might stop coming after the Pamela Lynch lawsuit was over, Cassie had chosen a less expensive apartment than she would have at another time. She’d found a sparsely furnished one-bedroom with rent much less than it would have been if it were on the west side of Biscayne Boulevard, where most of Miami Shores was—the side with the manicured lawns, palm trees, and Spanish-style houses. Cassie’s condo tower community was on the east side of the boulevard, where the neighborhood was not so highbrow. She passed several one-room shacks as she turned into her building’s driveway.
Inside, she switched on the coffeemaker, flipped on the television, unwrapped
The Miami Herald
, and spread it out on the kitchen counter. She stood in her running shorts, perusing the newspaper from front to back, periodically looking up to aim the remote controlat the TV and click around to the various morning news shows. Cassie paused as the radar map of Florida shone bright green from the screen.
“Here in the Miami area, we’ll have another hot one. Temperatures should reach the high nineties with eighty percent humidity.”
A different weather map popped up. On this one, Florida appeared smaller, making room for the Atlantic Ocean on the east coast and the Gulf of Mexico on the west. The weather person pointed to the southern Gulf. “There’s a tropical storm here, folks, and it seems to be gathering steam. This one has the potential of developing into a hurricane. We’ll be keeping an eye on it and will keep you posted.”
Cassie sighed as her mind speedily calculated what this could mean to her. If a hurricane developed, she would have to cover it in all its unpredictable, wind-whipping, flooding glory. A hurricane would mean property damage and possible loss of human life, and Cassie would have to report on it. If the hurricane were powerful enough and horrible enough, Cassie would be up to her neck with it, and with the havoc it left in its wake, through the coming weekend, perhaps into next week.
She had planned to fly up to Washington to see Hannah this weekend, since Hannah wouldn’t come down to see her. The last thing she needed right now was her teenage daughter experiencing yet another example of Cassie’s work getting in the way of their lives.
She glanced at her watch and considered calling her daughter but thought better of it. With school starting soon, these were the last mornings Hannah would be able to sleep late. She’d wait and call her from the office.
Yes, they could go shopping together for school clothes this weekend, Cassie thought as she swallowed the last gulp of coffee. A normal mother-daughter thing to do. That
“I won’t harm you if you cooperate.”
She had listened, her eyes bright. She didn’t know that he didn’t really plan on using the knife. But the knife worked well. Women were terrified at the prospect of disfigurement.
“Tell me that you love me.”
She had put up no struggle. As she lay there, his pleasure increased. Maybe she did love him, maybeshe enjoyed it. Just like the girl in Miami and the last one in Louisville.
He didn’t want to be caught and was fighting hard to hold back. He was using all his willpower to keep himself from finding another woman.
Merilee and what happened on the boat didn’t count. That was different.
CHAPTER 4
Breathing heavily and dripping with perspiration, two blocks from her high-rise, Cassie slowed down to walk the rest of the way. Aware of the checks she had to send to Jim twice each month and the fact that the checks from KEY might stop coming after the Pamela Lynch lawsuit was over, Cassie had chosen a less expensive apartment than she would have at another time. She’d found a sparsely furnished one-bedroom with rent much less than it would have been if it were on the west side of Biscayne Boulevard, where most of Miami Shores was—the side with the manicured lawns, palm trees, and Spanish-style houses. Cassie’s condo tower community was on the east side of the boulevard, where the neighborhood was not so highbrow. She passed several one-room shacks as she turned into her building’s driveway.
Inside, she switched on the coffeemaker, flipped on the television, unwrapped
The Miami Herald
, and spread it out on the kitchen counter. She stood in her running shorts, perusing the newspaper from front to back, periodically looking up to aim the remote controlat the TV and click around to the various morning news shows. Cassie paused as the radar map of Florida shone bright green from the screen.
“Here in the Miami area, we’ll have another hot one. Temperatures should reach the high nineties with eighty percent humidity.”
A different weather map popped up. On this one, Florida appeared smaller, making room for the Atlantic Ocean on the east coast and the Gulf of Mexico on the west. The weather person pointed to the southern Gulf. “There’s a tropical storm here, folks, and it seems to be gathering steam. This one has the potential of developing into a hurricane. We’ll be keeping an eye on it and will keep you posted.”
Cassie sighed as her mind speedily calculated what this could mean to her. If a hurricane developed, she would have to cover it in all its unpredictable, wind-whipping, flooding glory. A hurricane would mean property damage and possible loss of human life, and Cassie would have to report on it. If the hurricane were powerful enough and horrible enough, Cassie would be up to her neck with it, and with the havoc it left in its wake, through the coming weekend, perhaps into next week.
She had planned to fly up to Washington to see Hannah this weekend, since Hannah wouldn’t come down to see her. The last thing she needed right now was her teenage daughter experiencing yet another example of Cassie’s work getting in the way of their lives.
She glanced at her watch and considered calling her daughter but thought better of it. With school starting soon, these were the last mornings Hannah would be able to sleep late. She’d wait and call her from the office.
Yes, they could go shopping together for school clothes this weekend, Cassie thought as she swallowed the last gulp of coffee. A normal mother-daughter thing to do. That