by Rita Herron
Changing her name and identity
may not be enough to save her from a killer.
Reese Taggart’s search for her sister’s stalker lands her in Whistler, NC, following a fiery fatality. There, she must win the trust of arson investigator Griff Maverick. But that will be particularly difficult since she’s using a fake identity in an effort not to scare away her target. But as the pair closes in on the criminal, can Griff stop Reese from using herself as bait to trap the diabolical killer?
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More than anything, he needed to win her trust.
“You do realize that by asking about this killer, he might come after you?”
She winced, her only reaction. “I do. But if I help catch him, it’ll be worth it.”
“Why is it worth risking your life?” he asked.
She looked away this time and absentmindedly rubbed her finger over the scar on her wrist. A telltale sign he was right. And one that made him more curious about how she’d gotten that scar.
Concerned about her now, he lowered his voice. “Ginny, tell me what you know.” He reached for her arm to trace the burn scar with his finger, but she jerked it away and crossed the room to the window. For a moment, she stood staring outside at the rain drizzling against the windowpane.
She looked pale, sad and frightened. But beautiful, like a lost child in a storm. The instinct to pull her into his arms pulsed through Griff, so strongly that he fisted his hands by his sides.
Pushing her would only make her run away.
PROTECTIVE ORDER
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Rita Herron
USA TODAY bestselling author Rita Herron wrote her first book when she was twelve but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. Rita lives in Georgia with her family. She loves to hear from readers, so please visit her website, ritaherron.com.
Books by Rita Herron
Harlequin Intrigue
A Badge of Honor Mystery
Mysterious Abduction
Left to Die
Protective Order
Badge of Justice
Redemption at Hawk’s Landing
Safe at Hawk’s Landing
Hideaway at Hawk’s Landing
Hostage at Hawk’s Landing
The Heroes of Horseshoe Creek
Lock, Stock and McCullen
McCullen’s Secret Son
Roping Ray McCullen
Warrior Son
The Missing McCullen
The Last McCullen
Cold Case at Camden Crossing
Cold Case at Carlton’s Canyon
Cold Case at Cobra Creek
Cold Case in Cherokee Crossing
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Reese Taggart, aka Ginny Bagwell—All she wants is revenge against her stalker ex-boyfriend for killing her sister. Until she meets sexy firefighter Griff Maverick.
Griff Maverick—As firefighter and arson investigator, he’s determined to find out Ginny Bagwell’s secrets.
Joy Norris—She was strangled, her body left in her fiery apartment. Did Reese’s stalker kill Joy, or did she fall victim to another predator?
Robert Bouldercrest—Reese’s ex swore she’d never escape him. And he will kill anyone who keeps him from getting her back.
Thad Ridgen—Joy was the only holdout to making this real estate developer a millionaire. Did he kill her for money?
William Roberts—Is he really Robert Bouldercrest?
To all those counselors who work as victims’ advocates for abused women. God bless you.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Excerpt from Buried Secrets by Carol Ericson
Prologue
He’d kill her if he found her.
But Reese Taggart couldn’t go back. Not to being smothered and held captive by his anger and his erratic mood swings. Not to pleasing him when that was impossible.
Not to a life without friends and a house where she had to follow his rules or be punished.
She tugged the ball cap over her head and struggled to stay in the shadows as she climbed in her car and pulled away from the gas station. A big burly man wearing a hoodie was watching her from the gas pump.
Tension gathered in her belly. Had Robert paid the man to find her?
Shivering, she pressed the accelerator and sped onto the highway. Nerves on edge, she looked over her shoulder to see if the man had followed.
Finally, when she veered onto the entrance ramp to the freeway, and she didn’t see him, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Although a feeling of despair mingled with fear as night fell. She’d left her apartment. Had packed everything she owned in her car and was on the run. She had no idea how to rebuild her life, but her first priority was to escape him.
The protective order she’d filed hadn’t mattered to him. He’d ignored it. Had broken in and threatened her. Had promised to make her pay if she ever tried to leave.
Then he’d tied her up and left her naked and alone. His ugly gray eyes had pierced her as he’d told her she needed to think about how to be a good wife.
They weren’t married. She’d turned down his proposal. Had made several attempts to break it off with him.
He’d refused to accept that it was over.
When she’d managed to free herself, she’d spent the night in a cheap motel somewhere on the highway, terrified and debating where to go. The police had said they couldn’t help her unless he hurt her.
She didn’t want to die.
This morning, she’d made a decision. Move to Raleigh where her sister lived. The two of them needed each other. And Tess deserved to know why Reese had cut off communication with her the last few months.
A gust of wind slammed against her vehicle, the windows rattling with the force. A storm was brewing. She had fifteen miles to go.
Her phone dinged with another text. Him again. He’d started calling and texting the minute he’d discovered she was gone.
You’ll be sorry for leaving me.
The only thing she was sorry for was ever believing he was a nice man. For signing up for that stupid online dating site.
Her friends said it would be easy. Safe. They were all doing it.
All she had to do was create a profile. Post some pictures. Swipe if she liked someone.
Meet in a public place. Like a coffee shop.
And she had.
He’d been so charming in the beginning. Almost shy. Quiet. Like a gentle giant, he’d complimented
her and wined and dined her. She’d lost her mother the year before and had still been grieving. He’d offered a shoulder to cry on. Had understood the reason she’d dropped out of college to work for a while.
He’d promised to take care of her.
She hadn’t known that meant isolating her from friends and family and trying to control her.
Finally, she reached the exit for Raleigh. She considered giving her sister a heads-up she was on her way, but figured she needed to explain in person. Perspiration beaded on her neck as she took the exit ramp and veered onto the side street leading to her sister’s little house. Tess was an artist and worked at a coffee bar near the downtown area.
But she chose to live outside the city limits for the privacy. She said the countryside inspired her creativity.
The ten miles to her house seemed like an eternity, but Reese grew more relaxed as she approached. She’d missed her sister these last few months. Needed her now.
But as she rounded the corner, she spotted smoke in the air. Thick plumes drifted up into the clouds and swirled in a blinding haze of gray.
She punched the accelerator and sped the next mile. Just as she’d feared, her sister’s house was on fire.
Terror pulsed through her as she screeched to a stop. She punched in 9-1-1 and asked for help, then threw the car door open and hit the ground running. Flames had caught the roof and seemed to be coming from the back room. Tess’s studio.
The chemicals she used to paint and clean her brushes were there. Oh, God...
The wind howled as she ran toward the house. Maybe her sister wasn’t here. Although her little Toyota was in the drive.
Reese pushed the front door open and screamed, “Tess!” She called her name over and over as she raced through the small bungalow. Tess wasn’t in the living room or kitchen.
Smoke billowed everywhere. Wood crackled and popped from the back rooms. She coughed and covered her mouth with her scarf but refused to turn back.
Heat scalded her as she inched down the hallway. The guest room was empty but filled with smoke. Tess’s bedroom...so much smoke she could barely see inside.
She ducked into the room anyway. But Tess wasn’t in there.
Terror clawed at her. The studio.
Flames were starting to lick the edge of the doorway.
“Tess!” She blinked and peered inside. Flames crept up the wall. Her sister’s canvases were on fire, the beautiful colors of paint dripping like blood. Smoke and fire consumed the shelves of art supplies.
Then she saw her sister. On the floor. Not moving.
Screaming her name again, she raced toward her. Fire ate at the window curtains. A piece of burning wood splintered from the shelf and pelted her. Flames licked at her shirt, but she threw the splintered wood aside and beat at the flames. She knelt and shook her sister. Tess was unconscious.
Please, dear God, let her be alive.
Fear driving her, she grabbed her sister’s arms and began to drag her from the room. Sweat poured down her face and neck. Something shattered. The floor was growing hot, the fire spreading. She had to hurry.
She yanked and pulled with all her might, hauling her sister through the living room to the front door. A siren wailed in the distance. Lights twirled and glittered across the dark sky.
She pulled Tess onto the porch then down the steps and dragged her across the grass to a nearby tree. Then she dropped to the ground and shook her.
“Tess, honey, hang in there!” She felt for a pulse, but nothing. Seconds ticked by. A fire engine roared into the driveway. Firefighters jumped from the fire engine and sprang into action.
She shouted for help. “My sister. She’s not breathing!”
One of the firemen ran over, his face etched in worry as he stooped down and pressed two fingers to her sister’s neck.
A second later, he shook his head.
“No...” She refused to give up. She shoved him aside and started chest compressions. Understanding on his face, he murmured that he’d take over.
She stared in shock as he worked to try to save her sister. But as he performed CPR, she spotted ligature marks around Tess’s neck. Saw the imprint of someone’s fingers. A man’s.
Her hand flew to her own throat. Robert had choked her once. Had left marks like those.
His threats taunted her. You’ll be sorry.
An ambulance careened up. Medics hopped out and raced to help. Firefighters rolled out hoses, dousing the flames with water. The roof collapsed.
The medic traded a look with the firefighter. “It’s been too long,” he murmured.
The medic checked Tess’s pulse. Her heart. Then his look turned to sympathy. “I’m sorry.”
Reese shook her head in denial. Tears leaked from her eyes and dripped down her chin. She dragged her sister into her arms and held her, rocking her and crying as the truth seeped into her consciousness.
Robert had been here. He’d killed her sister to punish her.
Tess, the only person she had left in the world. Her best friend. Her little sister. Gone.
Dead at twenty-six.
And it was all her fault.
Chapter One
Three years later
Firefighter and arson investigator, Griffin, Griff, Maverick gritted his teeth. Wildfires were springing up all over the mountains. Some were accidental while others had been set by careless hikers—or, as he suspected in this case, teenagers.
He had to put a stop to it. If only he could catch the little culprits. But so far, they’d evaded the police.
At least there were no casualties at this point. But there was always the chance, especially with March winds roaring through, that one would spread and not only destroy property and the beautiful forests along the Appalachian Trail, but that someone would be injured or die in one of the blazes.
He’d nearly lost a member of his own team today when a tree had cracked and splintered down on top of Barney, trapping him in the midst of a brush fire. His leg had been broken in two places, and he’d had to be airlifted to the hospital. Just in time, too, before the flames had caught his clothing.
The scent of smoke and charred wood clung to Griff’s clothes as he loped inside the bar to join his three brothers for their weekly burger and beer night. Now that Jacob and Fletch were married, occasionally they had to skip a week, but they were all committed to keeping up the tradition and the brotherhood bond. The Maverick men stuck together.
They’d also joined forces to find the person who’d set the hospital fire in Whistler five years ago and killed their father.
Fletch, Jacob and Liam were already seated with a bucket of fries and a pitcher of beer. Recently Fletch, who worked search and rescue with FEMA, had found evidence of a possible suspect living off the grid in the mountains.
Finally.
“You look like hell,” Fletch said as Griff slid onto the bar stool.
He felt like, it, too. “No time to go home and change.”
“Still no idea who’s responsible for these wildfires?” Liam, FBI, asked.
“I wish I did.” Griff accepted the mug of beer Liam offered. “Third one in two weeks.”
“Happens every year,” Jacob, sheriff of Whistler, commented.
Liam dug a fry into the ketchup then popped it in his mouth. “I’ve been looking for similar instances across North Carolina, but so far no unsolved ones.”
“I spoke to the principal at the high school,” Jacob interjected. “Asked both the school counselor and principal to alert us if they hear any chatter. Counselor wants to protect the students’ privacy, but I emphasized that it’s only a matter of time before someone loses his or her life and that will constitute murder. She said the school plans to hold an assembly this week. Maybe you can speak at the school, Griff.”
He grimaced. The last thing he wanted
to do was talk to a bunch of unruly, rebellious teenagers. He’d been one himself.
Of course, that made him qualified, he guessed.
“I could come along and watch the kids’ reactions to see if anyone gets nervous,” Jacob suggested.
Griff shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.” He took a swig of his beer. “Where are you on that forensics Fletch found in the cave in the mountains?”
Liam shifted. “Like I said before, the prints match Barry Inman’s.”
Inman had come unhinged after his wife died in the ER at the hospital. He’d filed a lawsuit, but it had been thrown out the day before the fire. He’d threatened revenge.
Liam plucked another fry from the bucket. “I spoke to his brother, but he hasn’t talked to him in years. Said he disappeared after the fire and none of the family has heard from him.”
“How about the wife’s family?” Griff asked.
“According to the wife’s mother, Barry completely lost it after his wife’s death. Apparently, he’d been laid off from work and they were having financial problems before she got sick. Mother didn’t believe the hospital was negligent and urged him to drop the case, but she claimed he was crazed and obsessed with the idea of making the establishment pay.”
“He could be our perp,” Jacob commented.
Liam nodded. “When we find him, we’ll bring him in for questioning.”
“I’ve been staking out the area where he’d holed up in my spare time and conducting routine searches for him,” Fletch admitted.
Anxiety tightened Griff’s shoulders. The fire five years ago had taken multiple lives and destroyed families. Cora Reeves’s baby had been kidnapped in the chaos, although recently Jacob had found the missing little girl and reunited her with her mother. Then he’d married Cora and made the child his stepdaughter.
“We’ll keep working it,” Liam said, and they all murmured agreement.
They spent the next hour catching up on sports and other work news. Just as he was finishing his burger, Griff’s phone buzzed. Jacob’s phone rang, as well.
They answered at the same time.
