She was barefoot except for her socks.
His gaze connected with hers. “You’re crazy, Sarah Newton.”
“Right now my shrink would probably agree with you.”
She was going to get frostbite.
Before his one functioning brain cell kicked in, he acted on instinct.
He scooped her up and headed for his Jeep.
At the moment, no one but Sarah seemed to have narrowed down a probable suspect. The others just kept looking for reasons to rule out suspects. That left Kale with one choice.
Conduct his own investigation.
He wasn’t a cop.
He didn’t need a search warrant.
Or an invitation.
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Polly raised her head.
The brush of something soft against the rock whispered in the air. A shoe? Or boot?
Her body froze.
Someone was coming.
Oh, God!
Her mind told her to scream, but her throat wouldn’t cooperate.
She was so cold.
Numb.
And alone.
Kale hadn’t found her.
The police . . .
She was going to die.
Her head lolled to one side.
Why her?
She wasn’t pretty or smart.
She was nobody.
Was it because she talked about the other girls?
A sob choked her.
