ook in the scene-the terrified man bound with zip ties on the floor, the overturned lamp, and Justina standing

said?" Quinn as

y from their captive. "I want him delivered to Seattle Gene

, predatory smile

m. Justina's pained face from the other night kept flashing in his mind. Her question-did you ever love me?-echoed in the quiet mom

n, darling," she whispered, her eyes wide and fearful. "I'm so scared she'll try something else. I don't blame her for being a

ezed her hand. "Don't worry," he said, his voice fi

o was in fact Quinn in a convincing uniform, wheeled in a massi

uinn said cheerfully. "The sende

haps? A rush of vanity warmed her. "Oh, Hay

, moved to open the box. He unti

his face bruised and swollen, was the te

hriek ripped from her throat, echoing off the sterile walls.

and landed on the floor. Hayden picked it

hear you like c

rs of genuine terror now streaming down her face. "Oh my god, Hayden, he must be that stalker, the o

sobbing hysterically. It was a maste

ng woman in his arms. Something wasn't adding up. The handwriting on the card-he knew it. He had seen it on thank-you notes l

a gift box with a note. She would have sent nothing at all. That wa

alling for his security detail to drag the whimpering man out of th

uiet, reclusive woman from rural Oregon he thought he knew-find and overpower a man like this

ing script. He'd seen that handwriting before. He was su

s. And for the first time, he felt a sliver of fear, not for K