His hands shook as he holstered his weapon, and it had taken a couple of tries. She was too still. “No.” The whisper was anguished even to his own ears. He pressed two fingers to her neck. Her pulse pushed back, thundering under his fingertips. “Thank God,” he breathed. Cops poured into the livin...
Her FBI agent ignored her and continued pacing in front of her fireplace, staring at his cell phone, willing it to ring. “The guys lost him, it sucks, I agree, but if either of us is going to be any use by eight a.m., a few hours of shut-eye are in order. We’ll find the bastard.&rdquo...