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Chapter Three

Jax’s mind was already spinning. He’d been hit with way too much tonight, but all of those whirlwind thoughts flew right out of his head. He pinpointed his focus on the one place it should be.

His son.

His first instinct was to run into the house and hide Matthew and Belinda, but that could turn out to be a fatal mistake. The killer might see it as a violation of his demand and start firing. If the killer was close enough to be capable of doing that.

Jax just didn’t know.

And it was too risky to find out.

“Oh, God,” Paige mumbled, and she repeated it several times. “We don’t have everything in place yet.”

No, and Jax figured that was part of the killer’s plan. To keep one step ahead of them; to keep them off balance. But Jax didn’t intend to let this snake hurt his little boy.

“Text him back,” Jax instructed. “Tell him we need more time and that we want the meeting place moved back to the bridge.”

It was a long shot. Really long. And a moment later he realized it was no shot at all. “He’s blocked me,” Paige said.

Of course he had. The killer had delivered his orders, and he wouldn’t have them challenged, because he would have almost certainly known that they’d try to negotiate with him.

Jax sent a text of his own. To Belinda. It would terrify her, but again there wasn’t much of a choice. He instructed her to take Matthew into the main bathroom and get in the tub. The room was at the center of the house and would be the safest place for them to wait this out. Jax added that he would explain everything later and hoped he was around to do just that.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he heard Jericho ask before his brother even reached the door to the garage.

“I don’t have time to get into a lot of details,” Jax said, motioning for him to come inside. “Paige is alive, and the Moonlight Strangler is possibly nearby, ready to attack.”

Jericho came in, put his hands on his hips, his gaze volleying from Jax to Paige. Jax could tell his brother had plenty of questions, but he also saw the moment when Jericho pushed all those questions aside and the sheriff part of him kicked in.

“What do you need me to do?” Jericho asked.

Jax wasn’t sure just yet, but he soon would be. He looked at Paige. “Where’s Cord exactly?”

She pointed to a cluster of trees across the road and on the far right side of one of the pastures.

“Text him,” Jax ordered her again. “Let him know what’s going on and ask if he can see anyone approaching the house.”

While she did that, Jax went to her equipment bag and took out the thermal scanner and handed it to Jericho. “I don’t know the range on this thing, but I need you to try to see if we’re about to be ambushed. Also, call the others for backup.”

By others, he meant their brothers, Levi and Chase. Both were lawmen with lots of experience.

Jax also considered having Addie’s husband, Weston, come down, but Jax didn’t want to leave his sister alone. They had a baby and would be in a very vulnerable position if the Moonlight Strangler wanted to make Addie a target instead of Paige. It’d be a first, since the serial killer had never gone after Addie, but it was too big of a risk to take.

“Cord doesn’t see anyone other than us and the ranch hands near the house,” Paige relayed to them after reading the response she’d gotten from him. “He wants to know if you trust all your ranch hands.”

Jax nearly snapped at that since he didn’t like an outsider like Cord questioning men he’d known all his life. But Cord didn’t know them, and it was exactly the kind of question a good lawman should ask.

“I trust them,” Jax assured her. “Tell him to text us if he sees anyone or anything out of the ordinary.”

While she did that, Jericho stayed just inside the doorway, out of range so he wouldn’t be seen, and he started up the scanner.

“The Moonlight Strangler wants Paige and me to walk to the end of the road,” Jax explained to his brother. He went to his truck and took out the Kevlar vest, tried to hand it to Paige, but she shook her head.

“He’ll still want me to strip down,” she argued, “so he can make sure I don’t have any weapons. And because it’s a way of humiliating me. He might let you keep on your clothes, though, because he doesn’t plan to let you get close enough to him to use a gun or anything else. That’s why the vest is better on you. Put the syringe in your pocket so you can easily get to it. When he’s attacking me, you go after him.”

Jericho glanced at them as if they’d lost their minds. “Let me see if I’m understanding this. You two are going out there, with a serial killer? One who’s already killed Paige once. Or rather, nearly killed her. And she’s going to let him attack her again?”

“We don’t have a choice,” Jax assured him.

Well, maybe they didn’t.

The situation was moving so fast that it was hard to think, but Jax didn’t need a totally clear head to know that this could turn out to be a huge mistake—no matter what they did.

“Do you see anything on the scanner?” he asked his brother.

Jericho shook his head. “I don’t even see Cord.”

“He’s wearing some kind of thermal blanket,” Paige explained. “The kind hunters use. It’ll make it harder to be seen on infrared.”

That meant the killer and/or his henchmen could have done the same thing. And probably had. After all, this killer had gotten away with murder for years, so he wasn’t an idiot.

But what was he exactly?

Deranged? Obsessed? Or was this more personal for him?

Then it hit him. The Moonlight Strangler had gone after Paige because he considered her a spawn of his victim and believed she didn’t deserve to live. The killer probably wouldn’t want the victim’s grandson to live, either. It sickened Jax to think his little boy had any connection to something like that.

“I guess I also don’t want to know why Cord was in on this little plan and I wasn’t?” Jericho asked.

“Jax didn’t know about the plan until a few minutes ago,” Paige informed him.

“And yet you’re still going along with it,” Jericho mumbled. “Yeah, nothing could go wrong with trusting your ex-wife who let you believe she was dead.”

Jax ignored his brother’s sarcasm and double-checked the Glock in the back waist of his jeans. It’d likely be detected right away, but he might get lucky and be able to keep it.

“You see anyone?” Jax asked him.

“No. But like you said, we don’t know the range on this thing. Somebody could still be out there, hiding under a thermal wrap. Somebody who’ll kill you. That vest isn’t going to protect you from a head shot.”

Nor a shot that would incapacitate him in some other way. “I don’t think he wants to kill me. Just Paige. And he doesn’t want to put a bullet in her.”

Damn, that sounded ice-cold. But it was the truth. The Moonlight Strangler would want his hands on her.

Paige went closer to his brother. She was ash pale now, and her hands were trembling. “I know you don’t owe me any favors, Jericho, but if something goes wrong, stay here to protect Matthew.”

Jericho doled out a glare to her as if he might confirm the no-favors part, but he nodded. “I’ll protect him.”

Jax knew his brother would. And Jax would do the same for him. “When Levi and Chase get here, tell them what’s going on. Don’t have them follow us, but if they can position themselves in front of the house and closer to the road, they might be able to give us some backup.”

“Cord might be able to do that, too,” Paige added. “He’s got sniper training.”

Good. Jax would take anything he could get at this point, but he really didn’t want bullets flying near the house. Too bad he couldn’t guarantee that wouldn’t happen, and that meant Paige and he needed to put as much distance between them and the house as possible.

“We need to leave now,” Paige pressed, already starting out of the garage.

Jax knew she was right, but he still took a moment to look around, to see if there was anything he could do to make this plan safer.

There wasn’t.

He could see more headlights coming from the road that led to the main ranch and to his brothers’ houses. Chase and Levi, no doubt. Jericho would have to explain to them what was happening and get in the best positions to protect Matthew.

In the meantime, all Jax could do was get moving toward this showdown with a killer.

Since there was no truly safe position for Paige, Jax fell into step beside her. However, he did maneuver her to his right.

“If someone fires shots, drop down into the ditch,” he instructed, pointing at the ground. It wouldn’t be ideal protection since it was only a few feet deep, but it was better than nothing.

He glanced back at the house to make sure Belinda wasn’t at the window. She wasn’t. Hopefully, she would stay put with Matthew in the bathroom until she got the okay from him.

Hell.

He hated putting his son through this. Matthew was too young to understand the danger, but he had to sense something was wrong. After all, he should be getting dinner about now, followed by reading time with his daddy. He shouldn’t have to be holed up in a bathtub, hiding from a serial killer.

“I’m so sorry,” Paige whispered.

“Don’t,” Jax warned her. Any apology she attempted would be useless right now and might mess with his head. “And keep watch.”

Of course, she was already doing that. Her gaze was firing all around them. Jax couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard her mumble a prayer. Good. Because he was certainly saying a few of them, too.

Paige took out her phone, checked the screen. No doubt for an update from Cord or the killer. But there was nothing on the screen. Ditto for his own phone. No word yet from his brothers. Jax decided to believe that was good news, because if they’d spotted someone in the area, Jericho would have certainly let him know about it.

The road wasn’t long, less than a quarter of a mile from his house to the highway that led into town. It wasn’t a straight shot, though. It’d once been an old ranch trail, and it coiled around massive oaks and other trees that dotted the acres of land. Those deep curves in the road would no doubt prevent Cord or his brothers from being able to see what was going on.

There were no lights out here, but it wasn’t pitch dark yet. Soon would be, though.

And there was a moon.

Since the killer had struck only on nights with a visible moon and left the crescent shaped cuts on his victims’ cheeks, that’s how he’d earned his nickname. Maybe he wouldn’t add another victim or two to his list tonight.

“Still no text from him,” Paige mumbled, checking her phone again.

No text from his brothers, either, but Jax did spot something. So did Paige because she stopped, and they both stared at the truck ahead. It was parked right where the ranch road met the highway. The lights were off, and it was positioned so that it blocked any vehicle from getting on or off the ranch. Unfortunately, this made it impossible for Jax to read the license plates, although they were probably stolen, anyway.

“You see anyone inside?” Paige asked.

Jax had to shake his head. Too dark, and the windows had a dark tint, too. He fired off a text to Jericho. Try to use the scanner. You might not be able to see it, but there’s a truck parked at the end of the road.

Then he turned to Paige to tell her to text Cord and ask him to do the same thing, but Paige was already in the process of taking care of that.

Nothing, Jericho texted back. I got a glimpse of the truck through the trees, but it’s too far away for the scanner.

Yeah, that’s what Jax figured, and he also figured that’s why the killer had parked it in that particular location.

“Cord’s not getting anything on his scanner,” Paige relayed to Jax when she got a response. “He’s too far away to see the truck and is going to try to move closer. He’ll be careful,” she added.

No doubt. But careful might not be nearly good enough.

Jax didn’t draw his gun, but he kept his hand over it, and he started toward the truck again. Still no sign of anyone inside, and Paige and he were still a good fifteen yards away when her phone dinged with a text message.

Not Cord this time.

“It’s from the killer,” she said, showing him the screen. “‘Guns down on the ground,’” she read aloud. “‘Paige, you know what to do.’”

That was it, all the instruction they were going to get, but Paige did indeed know what to do. She shucked off her top, dropping it on the ground next to where Jax placed his Glock. He kept the backup gun in the back of his jeans.

Her shoes and jeans came off next, along with her gun.

“Sorry,” she repeated.

It took Jax a moment to realize the apology was aimed at him. And another moment to realize why. That’s because he was gawking at her in her bra and panties, and she was apologizing for putting him in this awkward situation.

Talk about bad timing, but Paige always had grabbed his attention. A half-naked Paige could grab it even more.

“He must be somewhere in or around the truck,” Paige said. She took a deep breath, then another, and started walking.

Jax could only imagine what was going through her head right now. The Moonlight Strangler had nearly killed her, but here she was, ready to face him head-on.

Part of him admired that, especially since she was doing this to save Matthew. But another part of him remembered how they’d gotten to this point in the first place. She’d become the killer’s target because she was obsessed with finding him.

As a lawman, it was hard for him to fault her for that.

As a father, he hated that she’d put Matthew on this monster’s radar.

Her phone dinged, and she held it up for Jax to see. Good girl, the killer taunted. Put your hands on top of your head and keep walking. Deputy Crockett, you stop where you are. Don’t make any sudden moves, or I’ll put bullets in both of you. And if you’ve got a gun hidden away, the best way to get Paige killed would be to try to use that gun on me.

Not good. They were still five yards away. Not nearly close enough for him to lunge at a killer.

“Why don’t you come out so we can talk face-to-face?” Jax called out. He didn’t expect a response.

That’s why he was shocked when he got one.

“Talking won’t help,” a man said. Jax didn’t recognize his voice because he was using a scrambler device. Didn’t see him, either. “Paige, turn around a sec so I can make sure you don’t have a gun tucked in those panties. Nice color, by the way. Would you call that pink or peach?”

This wasn’t just a killer, but a sick one.

“Pink,” she said through clenched teeth when she finished circling around.

“Nice. Now, do what you know you have to do.”

She looked at Jax, their gazes holding, and even in the darkness he had no trouble seeing the fear.

And her surrender.

“Just make sure you kill him,” she whispered. “He can’t walk out of here alive.”

Yes, because he would try to hurt Matthew. Jax knew what he had to do.

Paige took another step toward the truck.

“I told you to stay put, Deputy,” the man warned him when Jax moved, too. “I want you to watch.”

Definitely not good.

That’s the reason the killer had allowed him out here, just so he could witness Paige’s murder. Jax had to do something, and he had to do it fast.

“I want to tell Paige goodbye,” Jax said.

Paige froze, glanced back at him, no doubt questioning what the heck he was doing. What he was doing was trying to bargain with this fool. Or maybe distract him. Anything that would prevent him from getting his hands on Paige again.

With that stunned look still on her face, Jax went to her, positioning himself between the truck and her, and he pulled her into his arms. She was board-stiff and trembling, but that didn’t stop Jax from dropping a kiss on her mouth.

While he slipped the syringe into the elastic of her panties. He made sure the protective plastic cap was secure enough so that she wouldn’t accidentally stab herself with it.

“I’ll get to you as fast as I can,” Jax whispered in her ear, hoping it was a promise he could keep.

Paige nodded. Started walking away.

But she’d barely made it a step when Jax heard the rustling sounds to his right.

And to his left.

The dark shadowy figures were wearing ski masks, and they came out of the ditches, fast, barreling right at them. Jax didn’t even have time to react. One of them plowed right into him and knocked him to the ground.

Before he could even grab his backup weapon, the man put a gun to Jax’s head.