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he refused to release her.
    “Meaning?”
    Cindy frowned at him.  “They were wrong, lying to try to pin you with a crime.  I just fibbed a little.”
    His voice smoothed over her.  “You said we slept together.”
    She didn’t even attempt to hide the flush that singed high on her cheeks at the statement.  “Do you mind?”  She glared down at where his hand held hers trapped.  When she looked back up, his eyes drifted down to her lips then back up to her eyes before he released her.
    She wasted no time in turning her back on him and retreating behind the bar to open the dishwasher.  She worked furiously at pulling out clean glasses and stacking them on the back bar.  “The lie was a favor.”  She couldn’t help the annoyance that edged her tone.  “You’re welcome.”
    “Why?”
    Fuck, I wouldn’t have if I’d known it would turn into this.   Exasperated at both the interrogation and the fact that he was making her so damn nervous, she faced him, planting both hands on her lean hips.  “Were you involved in that man’s disappearance?”
    When he didn’t answer she crossed her arms over her chest.  “Well…were you?”  Her brows hiked with the last two words.
    “No.”
    “Then why should you pay for something you weren’t part of?”
    “You didn’t know.”
    “What?  That you were innocent?”  She uncrossed her arms and turned back to her glasses.  “Brock and Marko knew.”
    “You trust them?”
    “They’ve never given me any reason not to.”
    She turned when she heard his stool scrape on the wood floor, watching as he paced to the end of the bar then around behind it, stalking her.

Chapter 5
    Cindy eyed RedKnife nervously as he slowly approached.
    His voice was low as he asked, “So you don’t truly know if I made him disappear or not.  You don’t know if I’m a killer or not.  You just trust that Brock and Marko know.”
    Her heart slammed into the wall of her chest.  He was right!  She’d gotten him off without being certain he wasn’t a murderer.  She took a step back as he slowly approached.  “C-customers aren’t supposed to be behind the bar,” she whispered.
    His lips tilted in a mocking smile, but he continued his approach.
    “I could lose my job.”  She was trying to appeal to his sense of decency.  She’d done him a favor.  He should be happy about it.  She took several steps back, talking as she went.  “Monroe won’t like that you’re behind the bar.”  When her back hit the furthest end of the bar her heart fluttered.  She was trapped.  Her eyes darted to the door praying for a customer.  Nothing.  She was alone with a man whom the police were investigating in a missing person case.
    “I do not fear Monroe.”  His eyes pinned her in place as he approached, towering over her.
    Cindy shook her head but didn’t respond, her mouth falling open with a faint whimper.
    “I fear no man.”  His expression hardened.
    Seconds away from screaming for help, Cindy swallowed hard and drew in a deep breath.
    “ Why did you help me?” RedKnife demanded, now inches in front of her.
    It was a gloomy winter’s day, but the sun shone through, bathing the forest outside the windows of the Crow’s Nest in filtered light.  The light quickly faded, and Cindy startled as a clap of thunder sounded loudly overhead.  Thunder!  In winter?
    Ignoring the sudden change in the weather, Cindy lifted her eyes to his, desperately trying to tamp down her fear of RedKnife.  He was so close that she had to tilt her head far back just to meet his eyes.  “B-because I believe you’re innocent.”  Oh God, please be innocent!
    He lifted a hand to touch her cheek.  The gesture was done awkwardly, as if he’d never stroked a woman’s cheek before.
    Cindy flinched involuntarily, then cursed herself as a growl rumbled from his chest before his free hand gently—yet firmly—collared her throat to hold her in place as he once again lifted the fingers of