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“You’ve already begun the cleanup?” Stantz asked.

“Yes, sir. The coroner’s report will detail a mundane stabbing.”

“Good. Keep in close contact.”

Stantz walked back toward his vehicle. The cluster of state troopers in their brown coats frowned at him. Offering no response, he climbed into the backseat of the SUV and opened his computer. He touched the button on his ear piece.

“MCC, this is the Huntsman,” he said, pouring half a roll of antacids into his mouth.

Damn the director and his foolish protocols.

“Hawk acknowledges, Huntsman,” Fairborough replied through the comms.

“Mark my location. Find a spot nearby to move the MCC. The Fox is heading east.”

“Copy that.” Fairborough hesitated. “Sir, we may have found something relevant to the hunt.”

Stantz shifted the remaining chunks of chalky antacid to one side of his mouth. “Go.”

“One of the women Branson stopped on the night of the incident was reported missing. Zoey Weston.”

The woman’s file appeared on Stantz’s screen; she was the curvy girl Branson had been hostile with.

“And?”

“Her car was found abandoned on I-70 Tuesday morning, about ten miles west of your current location.”

Stantz ground his teeth together. “We might have another body out here.”

“Maybe, sir. But look at these records.”

The computer screen flashed as a list appeared. It took Stantz a moment to realize he was looking at a bank statement.

“One hundred and twelve dollars in a big-and-tall store in Vegas on Monday.” Stantz’s heart rate increased. “Strange for a girl listed as five-foot-seven on her license. And she rented a room in Green River on Monday night.”

He dumped a few more antacid tablets into his hand and slammed them into his open mouth before pulling up the satellite map.

“Start driving for Green River,” he said to the driver. “Hawk, I need you to get the story out about Weston. We need people to be aware she’s missing. Would be a shame if she doesn’t turn up.”

“Copy that, Huntsman.”

“Get her picture out to all field agents and send the description of our murder victim’s registered vehicle along with it. Matthew Johnson, independent contractor out of Elko, Nevada. We’re shifting our search area into eastern Utah and western Colorado. We’ll find this woman, and then we’ll bag our Fox.”

Chapter Sixteen

Movement disturbed Rendash’s slumber. Beside him, Zoey delicately shifted his arms off her, removing herself from his hold. He listened as the bedding whispered over her bare skin but didn’t lift his head and open his eyes until she was padding across the floor.

He watched the sway of her backside appreciatively as she walked to the corner bathroom, allowing his gaze to roam from the top of her dark hair all the way down to her feet, admiring every curve along the way.

Over the last two days, he’d thoroughly studied her body, had learned how to provide her with as much pleasure as possible. She’d done the same for him. His cock hardened with the memory of herexplorations; her tongue had slid down his abdomen, trailing lower and lower until it finally flowed over the ridges of his shaft. The sight of her pink lips wrapped around him as she sucked had combined with the feel of her wicked tongue to create the most exquisite torture of his life.

She switched on the corner light and manipulated the controls outside the shower stall. The water came on, falling like a gentle waterfall from overhead. She delayed, likely allowing the water time to heat. Her body’s angle offered him a profile view of her breast and its pink nipple.

Ren licked his lips. Rather than satisfy his hunger, their initial joining had only confirmed that his desire for Zoey was insatiable.

She pulled open the stall door and slipped into the shower. The condensation clinging to the glass obscured his view of her, leaving only a shadowy figure; somehow, that only increased his excitement.

The faint, grayish light of early dawn filled the room, not bright enough to dispel the shadows but enough to see by. Ren slid out of bed, stretched his limbs, and approached the large windows running across the wall. The snowfall had finally ceased the night before. Everything outside was blanketed in unbroken white, but there was no more falling from the sky.

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