SAFE BY HIS SIDE (MANHUNT) (8 page)

He hated Simpleton for taking Lenora’s peace away from her. He wouldn’t let the monster do it again.

Just letting Micah into her private sanctuary where she’d never brought a man made Lenora feel exposed. Raw.

Needy.

For the first time in a long time, her heart fluttered with awareness, and she wondered what he thought of her home.

Of her.

“This is nice, Lenora. It looks like you’ve moved on.”

Her gaze met his, questions simmering in his eyes.

“I know me being here is not what you want.”

Except she did want him here. She only wished it was under different circumstances. “I appreciate you coming in person, Micah. You were good to me during the trial. That meant a lot.”

“I was just doing my job,” he said, although she’d secretly fantasized about a relationship. Not then. She hadn’t been ready. But some day.

Then he’d left her with a simple good-bye, and she’d assumed she’d imagined any personal feelings between them. She had been a fragile wreck back then. She’d confused kindness with interest.

“You stood behind me during the worst time of my life,” she said. “Not everyone did.”

He clenched his jaw. “I know Simpleton’s lawyer was rough. Out of line.”

Her fiancé’s betrayal was worse. “I guess he was just doing his job, too,” she said. “Although I can’t imagine why anyone would defend that horrible man.”

Micah shrugged as if he had no answers. He certainly wouldn’t have taken up for Simpleton. No, Micah was honorable and fought for what was right. Fought to protect others.

An image of Cissy Cornwell’s dead body flashed in her mind, and a shudder rippled through her.

“Cold?” Micah asked.

She shook her head. “Just remembering tonight. Seeing that woman’s body.”

Micah hissed between his teeth. “Try not to think about it, Lenora. I’m not saying she deserved what he did to her, but she did help him escape.”

“Because she thought he loved her.” Her bitter laugh rent the air. “She was completely fooled by his act.”

“Which means she had issues of her own. Anyone who watched the media circus surrounding Simpleton’s arrest also saw the evidence against Simpleton. We had him dead to rights. He was—is—a cruel monster.”

And he was on his way to kill her.

Lenora didn’t say the words aloud. She didn’t have to. They both knew it was true.

“Now try to get some rest. Maybe the police will track down that truck and in the morning we’ll have him in custody.”

She’d fantasize about that all night. But she’d lived the harsh reality of Simpleton, and she didn’t believe fantasies came true.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need me,” Micah said, his dark eyes skating over her.

Lenora’s pulse hammered. She did need him, wanted him to stay upstairs with her and hold her tonight.

But that meant she was weak. And using Micah as a crutch would only make it more difficult for her to cope when he left again.

And he would leave.

What man would want a life with a broken woman like her?

Micah fought images of Cissy’s dead body in his mind because every time he saw her, Lenora’s face appeared behind his eyes.

Lenora lying dead and bloody. Her eyes wide open in horror.

That damned bloody X carved on her chest.

He jogged down the steps, struggling to banish the images from his head. He was not going to let Lenora die.

He’d kill Simpleton first.

He checked his phone again, willing it to ring with the news that the police had apprehended Simpleton, but nothing happened. No messages in his inbox either.

Dammit.

He went to the kitchen, found a glass in the cabinet and filled it with water, then carried it to the window and drank as he glanced outside. The parking lot was dark and filled with cars, but he saw no movement.

The woods beyond loomed with possibilities, though. Even if there was security, the trees made it easier to gain access to the development.

The wind picked up, a storm brewing, sending leaves and twigs tumbling across the lot. A noise to the left caught his attention, and he studied the area, then spotted the silhouette of a man lighting a cigarette, leaning against a battered Jeep.

His body coiled with tension. Was it Simpleton? Had he found where Lenora lived? Was he stalking her now?

Antsy to know, he called upstairs to Lenora. “I’m going to look around the parking lot. Stay inside with the door locked.”

She appeared at the top of the steps, her face crinkled in worry. “Did you see someone?”

He shrugged. “Just routine. I want to check out the parking lot before we both turn in.”

She nodded, but her hand tightened around the stair rail, and she slowly descended the steps. “I’ll wait down here.”

He stepped outside, waiting until she locked the door behind him, then he eased around the building to the corner where he’d seen the man. He had his back to him, coat collar pulled up, face obliterated in shadows.

Cigarette smoke curled into the sky as the man leaned his head back and blew smoke rings into the air. If it was Simpleton, he wasn’t even trying to hide.

Cocky jerk.

Inching toward a van to disguise his actions until he could get a better look, Micah patted his gun, ready to draw. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man stiffen.

Micah walked slowly, so as not to startle him, but suddenly the man cursed, tossed the cigarette onto the ground, stubbed it out with the toe of his boot, then took off running along the edge of the parking lot.

Micah vaulted into action and ran after him. The man was tall, fast, wearing cowboy boots and jeans, but he couldn’t distinguish his face. Moonlight streamed through the trees, enough for him to see a tattoo on the back of the man’s neck.

His head was shaved, his body stout like Simpleton’s.

The man dashed through a row of vehicles, then dove into a black Range Rover. Micah sprinted in front of it, drew his gun and aimed it at the man’s face.

“Get out or I’ll shoot.”

Robert watched through the window of Nan Purcell’s bedroom, his cock growing thicker as she shimmied into a little black dress. Was she going to a business dinner or was a lover waiting?

He wished he knew.

Not that it mattered.

He intended to change those plans for her.

Christ, she had great tits. He remembered them from the trial. Remembered that she’d worn a conservative white blouse, but that the buttons had strained across her big chest. The whole time he’d been on the stand, he’d stared at them, willing the buttons to pop and expose her cleavage.

He had imagined what her breasts looked like beneath that thin white blouse. The large dark areoles poking through a lacy white bra. White for purity.

Yet the bitch was not pure.

Those nipples begged for a man’s mouth.

Would she scream when he touched her? Beg him to stop?

She straightened her skirt, long slender fingers running over her ass as she examined herself in the mirror.

He wanted to touch that ass himself. And he would.

She sank onto the stool in front of her vanity and began combing through her dark hair. It was a deep reddish brown, shiny and long, wavy on the ends, curling around her neck. Her hand moved in nice even strokes.

Was she counting them?

His hands itched to thread the strands around his fingers. To wind them so tight she’d cry out in pain as he rammed himself inside her cunt.

Then she twisted her hair around one hand and slid a glittery comb in the bun to hold it away from her neck, exposing the creamy skin of her throat. He licked his lips, hungry to have her.

What would her skin taste like? Salty? Sweet like honey?

Excitement coursed through him.

Did she know he was out here watching? Maybe she did and she was putting on a show for him.

She turned sideways on the stool, slowly strapping on a pair of black-heeled sandals. Her toes were painted a deep crimson red.

Blood red.

Need shot through him, scorching hot. Heady.

Finally she checked her make-up then picked up a tube of lipstick and painted her lips. The same color as her toenails.

Hot, delicious red again.

Smiling at herself, she spritzed perfume behind her ears, then a dot between her breasts.

Hmmm…

Satisfied with her looks, she grabbed her cell phone, jammed it inside a mini black purse, then sashayed from her bedroom to the living area.

He moved around the side of the house, slipping behind the bushes by her front door.

Stupid woman made it easy for him. She lived alone at the end of a street. He supposed she’d chosen the pretty little neighborhood thinking it was safe, that neighbors weren’t far away.

They were far enough.

All tucked in their own houses with TVs blaring or heads buried in computers or their phones. No neighborhood watch here. In fact, his research indicated half of the homes had gone into foreclosure and were vacant.

She stepped onto the front stoop, then turned to lock the door, and he moved like lightning. She tried to scream as he grabbed her by the throat, but he used a paralyzing maneuver he’d learned in prison, and seconds later, she sagged in his arms.

He brushed her cheek with his lips as he carried her to the Honda he’d stolen after that fucking cop had nearly caught him in the truck. He opened the car door and settled Nan inside, smiling as she slumped down into the front seat.

“Soon we’ll be back at my place.” An Internet search at the library had allowed him to find an abandoned house not too far from Lenora that would work. A house just like the one he’d lived in as a child.

Back when the voices in his head had started.

He licked her neck. “Then the fun is going to begin, Nan. So much fun…”

Micah jerked the man by the collar of his shirt.  “Who are you and what the hell are you doing stalking Lenora Lockhart?”

The man’s eyes narrowed. They were set a little too close together, his nose was crooked, his teeth tobacco stained.

“I’m not stalking anybody, asshole. If you’re here to shake me down for some money, I don’t have any.”