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“Eddie, your father drugged me and planned to rape me.”

“He did no such thing,” he spat. “Your word against his, and I believe my father. He dedicated his life to law enforcement. Because of you, he was fired, lost his standing in the community, and my mother. She’s divorcing him. You ruined our lives.”

Aw, too bad.

“This is taking too long,”Dominic complained.“I’m coming in there to get my daughter.”

“No. Stay there.”

Eddie’s brows narrowed. “I give the orders around here, not you.”

“I’ll keep him here,”Kayne promised.

Good. Presley could refocus on the situation. “Eddie, your father brought this on himself. Your reaction is totally unequal to what happened. He lost his job. Youmurderedpeople, Eddie. You ended their lives. Bill Fitzgerald trusted you.” She didn’t know if that was true or not, nor did she care. “He did your bidding, and you repaid him by shooting him in the head.”

“Get your hands up!”

She raised them again.

“Fitzgerald was looking at life in prison, anyway. I did him a favor. It was quick and painless. Humane.”

Was this how he rationalized what he’d done? The twisted mind of a psychopath.

“What about Margy Binder? Nancy and Gene Babcock? Charmaine Wells?”

“What about them?”

“They did nothing to you, Eddie. They were innocent. Why did you have to kill them? Have you no remorse?”

The sound of gravel crackling outside had their heads swinging to the partially open door.

Eddie lifted his arm and aimed his weapon at her.

“Sonofabitch, you called the cops. You and the kid are going to die.”

Chapter Twenty

When Dominic arrived at the warehouse, he thought he might have been having a heart attack. It felt as if a steel band strapped around his chest was squeezing the life from him. He couldn’t steady his pulse, knowing his precious baby daughter was in danger. As if that wasn’t enough, Presley was putting herself in harm’s way. Frankly, he was surprised he was still conscious.

They were dealing with a sociopath. Eddie Smith had killed so many people already. It probably wouldn’t bother him to take more lives.

Dominic slammed the brakes when something jumped out from behind a building. Kayne. Another scare that probably wasn’t good for his already-questionable ticker.

Dom rolled the window down.

“Park here. Your daughter is okay.”

It felt as if all his bones melted at those four words. Knowing Gia was alive was as effective as paddles shocking his heart into sinus rhythm.

Dom parked, jumped out, and headed toward Kayne.

“Here, put this in your ear. It’s a communications device.”

Dominic fitted it into place.

“You’re wearing Kevlar?”

Dom patted his chest. “Yes.”

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